I know I transform to a different species when people come to me with their problems. Especially when it concerns sickness and mental derangements. I love that kind of stuff. I will forget I hate them, never wanted to talk to them and that I had issues with them. It is just that I don’t dislike them as much as I love what I do. One can always get me to talk.
I miss regular conversation though. Like Hi, how are you doing? How are you dealing with the heat in Philadelphia. Met any guys yet? Or some such regular girl/people stuff. I miss out on gossip and travelogues and books and theatre and politics and food talk.
I miss being thought of as a person.
ps: I feel rather envious of her right now. 😦