I've been thinking about what my mother called me be twice last nite. Well, it really only crossed my mind when she started talking about it and after the discussion it kinda... disappeared with time for lack of words. Anywhos, she was asking me (contiuously) was I, Chetara, lonely? Did I feel lonely or depressed? I gave myself a look of WTF?! Where did this come from all of a sudden. Ok, usually the woman get it from her sister, who thinks I'm anti-social and lacking a social life with friends of course. Personally, I think I'm very content with my life and the friends that I have. Of course, she decide to point out these friends that I have and contiune on to ask, "Have you talked to anyone of them lately?" Of course, the first thing out of my month is "No," but at last my reply was not the one she wanted and we continued to dig deeper into the convseration of not calling and/or communicating with my "so-called" friends. This is her phasing for me because I'm the onely one who is too lazy to pick up a phone to peck ten numbers or so to have a few words with the other person on the other end and to top it off, she just said I plain out refuse to call people (my friends being the people, of course) and that I shouldn't be surprised at all if none of them just up and decided to let me be. I tried to let this thought absorb into my very being until she wanted to add more to the flame. "Kitti, you have to try and talk to people. How do you execpt to make friends and get to know someone. You have to communicate more and help being so anti-social like your father." Note: just for the record. The man is kinda off standish and rude when you first meet him, but with time you find out that he really is rude and off standish with a likeable side that I have found somehow. >> Anywhos, I will finish this journal at a later time for my nerve relaxer. Until there, goodbye to all.