Sunday....

I thought i was going to be happy everyone will be coming back and i dont have to be myself anymore. But that didnt happen. Every single family member who stepped into the house, made fun of me.. either in a very obvious or very silent way. Goofy smiles, comments about the arsenal in my room, genuine jokes about Indian zombies coming in the middle of the night etc. I was ready to drop the topic. I was done.
Later this night i had to go and deal with skeptisism which i part of my life now.