My friends (II)

Now I have to admit that bloggin about my friends is a great idea, so I will have one more entry here. By the way, making up those non-existing name is fun: Amsol and Brey, what the heck are these names:-) Anyway, my next name is Chestina.
Chestina is a nice girl. She is smart, pretty, and sometimes flirtatious. She likes to act like the Dr. Phil, or so I feel that way. So I have few secrets to hide from her. In fact, sometimes I feel bad when I dump all my bad experiences on her, afraid that would ruin her day. I still regret that one day I debated with her on religions. As an atheist, I shouldn't argue about faith to my friends. It does no good to either of us.
She looks sad and stressed out sometimes, but I do not really know why. She looks fragile and easily get sick. Must be too much stress. She just told me a career choice last week. I am not disclose the choice here, but I support it fully. Not half-assed support as a friend, but I really feel it is for her own good. She like to ask questions, usually following the obsession for logics and reasonings. That's probably why she does not really fit with most social circles. Sometimes I feel I am the only one who understand her outcoming questions: where do they come from, and what logics they follow along from the last questions.
Since I have talked to her quite a lot this and the last quarter, "Amsol" sometimes teased about it. For him, no men need a Dr. Phil. but I guess I might be different. I am way too sensitive that I feel myself as a Dr. Phil. In this sense, Chestina and I befriend because of our sharing mentality. Oh, do not mistake. She is married for years, so never think about whether she should be my soul mate. Maybe she is, but then I am still lucky.
So much for Chestina. Next one will be Dermon. Until next time....

By the way, I am reading "In America" by Jon Stewart. I feel I get most of the jokes. This means two things: 1) I am quite knowledgeble about American politics and 2) I am cynical.