Chinatown here I come

Because I'm a good daughter who listens well to her mom, I'm taking her advice on visiting this "very" distant relative of mine who owns an electronic translator store in Chinatown. When I say a distant relative, I really do mean distant. They are my fifth great aunt's younger brother and his wife. My great uncle and aunt are my mom's father's fifth youngest brother and sister-in-law, hence my fifth "great" uncle and aunt, which means I have a lot more great uncles and aunts since they are the fifth down the list. My great uncle and aunt are actually staying in Chicago with their second son, who is my mom's cousin and hence my uncle, and his family for the summer. My mom thinks it's a good idea to get in touch with my great aunt's relatives because she thinks they may be able to help me locate a job or a place to live for a while. Alright, enough explaining about my family tree, I need to get ready to pay a good visit to my distant kins.

Sorry or not?

An entire week has passed since Jen and I last talked. I took others' advice and tried to calm down and sleep on it. It didn't work. I'm much calmer now, that's only if I don't think about it. I don't think I'm ready to talk, apologize or do anything at all. Not only does it still disturb me to think about her Christianity, I'm beginning to think about my other friends' religious affiliations as well, JJ's Buddhism, Anh's Catholicism, Mu Jin's Christianity, Alice's Christianity and many others. Why should men let religion influence their lives so much? What's so great about religion? Why do people need it? Why do people need it and I don't? How am I different from them that I can't see the need for it?