This is apparently what happens when I ' m not working on writing anything . Will have to remedy that as soon as possible . Protesting Petland again on Sunday left me slightly more optimistic , mainly because I had a great conversation with a 13 year old kid who was loving Marlowe up ( Marlowe is fast becoming the anti - Petland mascot ) and told me all about how he checks Petfinder all the time and how his mom says because he 's kept his grades up and does his chores they might be able to get a dog ( which , he reports , he 's wanted since he was 1 year old ! ) and how he 'd never buy from the pet store and he was just awesome .

A: What might be my passion when I am not writing ?

What I was not searching for would be friends or lovers . No , I needed to keep myself distanced and removed from these people , lest my emotions compromise the choices that would need to be made . Oh , I knew them-- better than they knew themselves in some cases . I committed their names and histories to memory , kept myself familiar with their abilities and strengths and monitored their weaknesses .

A: What may be a fact about this person ?

" Changes ? " " We ... the people in the dream , " the monk said falteringly , " they 're us , but not ... they 're different ... and then something changes , and they are us . " Hakkai stared mystified at his companion once he had finished his labored statement . " What ? "

A: Are you familiar with the people in the dream or are they random people ?

When I heard she was gone , I jumped back in my car and just drove and drove , crying the whole time . I had lost other pets before , but Sheila had been mine , so she was my heartbreak . A couple of years later , my dad and I had to make the decision to put our Siamese cat , Char , to sleep . She had feline leukemia - the vaccination was n't yet available .

A:
What may the narrator seek to do amid this recent heartbreak ?