Yyyyuck!

Soo... My godfather came to our house with my grandmother and brought some papers. My grandmother wasn’t home, so I’m alone right now, and he asked why I didn’t go on to pursue a specialized degree after I finished my studies. (It’s just that I finished my studies at the university as a psychologist and received my diploma, and I completed my bachelor’s degree—that is, I completed my bachelor’s degree and decided not to pursue a master’s because I didn’t want to study at that university anymore—I just didn’t feel comfortable there—and I’m glad I finally finished my studies, hehe.) So, he started asking me all about it. I told him the truth, and then I mentioned the job openings, and he started asking me more questions. Then he left, and I felt so uncomfortable that I just wanted to change into something more modest and burrow under the covers with my head tucked in... (I was just wearing a T-shirt and shorts. I guess I felt fine, but I still had this gross feeling that made me want to take a shower...) I don’t really know why, though... It’s so gross...