I watched Ghost last night and when Sam, you remember Sam, right? Patrick Swayze, was at his funeral listening to his eulogy, I wondered what people will say about me and it got me to thinking. Yeah, sure everybody will say that I was a nice person, patient, a born again Christian blah, blah, blah, etc. But will anybody actually say something about who I really am? No and I’ll tell you why: I am a cocoon. I don’t let anyone near enough to get to know me. I’ve put up a big wall around my feelings, and I’m talking about the wall of China proportions. I think I was raised by Vulcans and then secretly returned to my mother after her memory was wiped clean. Seriously, I don’t show emotions although I feel them. The only exception seems to be when I’m watching movies, especially Bollywood movies. These movies have a knack for making me cry. If you want to cry yourself silly, Niagara Falls proportions, watch Kal Ho Naa Ho. Then you can try Khabie Khushie Khabie Gham. If you don’t cry watching those films you’re Vulcan.