People, I'm Here. Really.

Kevin texted me tonight as I was watching Jeopardy.  I thought maybe it might be Paul, since the two of us used to watch the show on occasion, but no.  I haven't talked to Paul since graduation. 
But talking to Kevin was nice.  He told me about work and his boyfriend. 
And now I see that Nate left me a message.
I'm so relieved that someone wants to talk to me.  I've been a little lonely, as embarrassed as I am to admit that.  I think it's mostly the stress of having to take care of my (almost-died-but-my-family-lied-to-me-about-it) Grandma. 
When I was a teenager and got really depressed, I shut myself off from everyone.  I didn't want to talk to everyone; being forced to interact with people at school, church, extracurriculars, etc. wasn't fulfilling anyone.  (But then again nothing was.  All I wanted to do was disappear into oblivion.) 
Now, of course, the situations different: I'm in a forced isolation to do what's right and missing people a lot.  
So, hey, if you're out there, keep those messages coming.  I'm quite at my leisure.  I'm willing to talk about anything with my friends.  

Skype Me

My sister is on Skype now. I helped her get her account, and now we are messaging, even though our rooms are next to each other.
My Dad recalled when we both got on AIM and would message each other even though we were sitting next to each other. He's right of course. What we didn't mention: we were usually making jokes about him.
So, if you're a friend and want to chat it up, let me know. I'll give you my Skype name and we can be Skype buddies. (?) If that's the proper term, or whatever.