June 30th

June 30^th

I am trying to understand why John and Donna make me so uncomfortable. If it is something within them, or if it is I who makes them uncomfortable, which makes me uncomfortable to be around them. For instance, tonight I went to grab a book of the shelf and sat on the other side of a bench from Donna, it was as if she could not share it with me. Both have made outrageous claims (as in their dealings with big foot and Donna's being older than God) that I think it is just their idiocy which makes me uncomfortable. I would call it a mental illness as there are obvious societal frictions which result. For some reason I associate John with some kind of fear. He is something that I do not want around, but feel like I can not shake, that he will be there, somehow and in one for or another, for all of my life, within me in some way. He is sin maybe? I do not know for sure why they crawl up my skin. I should. They are not my enemy, albeit they are my neighbor. Another facet of this frustration may come from Johns calling me Chuck, which I very much dislike. I suppose I will have to remind him that my name is “Charles.”