I went to a burial this week. It was for an uncle, my mother's brother. I am feeling kind of depressed because of all the deaths in the family of late. Of my grandparents' generation, only one remains, one of my mother's aunts. And of my parents generations, a few have died. It makes me ponder my own mortality. It also makes me think that my own failure to form meaningful relationships means that when I ultimately die there will be no one to be there when I finally die. I should meet a nice woman and have children. But I can't because I'm too socially retarded to form real relationships. I'm sorry for the profane language in this post, but it's just how I feel.