they call me to tell of all the day's problems. i try to listen but i have too many problems of my own. i'm not sure why i even bother to try to isolate myself from the rest of humanity it doesn't work very well but they still don't see that i'm different. that i don't want to be there with them that i don't fit in. to me my problems are my own they take precedence over everyone elses except in extreme cases þ and those extreme cases are the only ones i trust with my problems yet i can't tell them they have problems of their own. i don't want to burden them. my hopes my fears my worries i just wish... where's the chuckles to my cap'n? the tall dark and handsome to my short red and intelligent? the q to my q? grrgh.