I've been developing quite a few friendships using Google's instant messaging program GTalk. Conversations range from the technical to the trivial, from the sublime all the way into the nasty.
I would like to put up here some of the stuff I say privately hoping that some of you may appreciate it.
Of course, the identity and responses of my interlocutors will remain private (unless they choose to reveal it in the comments) and I hope they forgive my copypasta... (http://www.urbandictionary.com is a wonderful thing, use it!)
If you want to talk to me through GTalk, you can do so through Gmail Chat or downloading and installing the full GTalk program (http://www.google.com/talk/), it's all free. Once you got the app or the GMail account search for an option that says "Add Contact" or just "Add" and put my address in it afreytes [at] gmail [dot] com
Without further ado, I leave you with the following:
Reading your message about Lilo & Stitch made me remember something:
When I was a teen I didn't always want to be home because my father was an alcoholic. He wasn't physically violent but he was mentally abusive with everyone in the house.
Anyway, when ever I didn't want to go home right away I went a couple of houses down to the house of my sister's godfather...
They took me in like any other family member, gave me food and advice... And my sister's godfather taught me how to play "oriental" Dominoes... For years I spent countless nights playing that, and he was a master of it!
From this big crotchety chair he would trounce us all!
He died years later... But in my teen mind I guess I didn't feel the loss at all... Until some months later "madrina" (his wife) pointed to my sister's godfather's chair and told me to pick the chair up "Put it round back, where I won't see it."
So I did, I picked it up and went around the back of the house... And when I put it down I felt it... All the loss and sorrow that I could not identify before, that I wasn't mature enough to recognize... And when I put it down I felt weak and had to grasp the arms of the chair so as not to fall down into it...
My vision was blurred
It was the second time I ever cried for a dead person...
I know it's not a feel good story, Im sorry. But I'll try to make up for it in a few seconds
You see... even though we may miss people and family they are always with us if we honor their memory... I really believe in this even though I am not a religious person...
Just take into your heart the good things you have learned from them... and in your situation... I think you will do well to remember that even though you are leaving... I am sure they will be there for you when you need it...
That is all...
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