I seemed to have lapsed back into what I can best term as "maslc-depression". Odd, how things like that originate. I talked to 2 maslc-ers on the phone today, but I'm thinking only one prompted the sadness.

But suddenly after I got off the phone with J, I resumed reading Vonnegut on the porch and I felt this homesickness pang....which made no sense because I am home.

And now I feel the need to confirm my identity. And my confirmation of it would be to ask the people who know me in various aspects. Ask my high school friends, who have known me the longest....ask my parents perhaps, ask A, ask my close Maslc friends, ask S when she gets home. Who am I, really? And maybe underneath all the things that "define" me, will I be able to find something meaningful that defines me? Those labels- the different one, artistic one, theatrical person, good friend, etc etc etc do they mean anything?

Ah, confusion sets in....but at the same time I think this notion is just something temporary that will dislove by morning. Besides, I'm already feeling better. So now I'm going to engage in a maslc tradition when AH and I were at host families....late night sitcoms. Hooray.