So right you are! Sorry 5770....
It's hard for me to surrender the desire to press Mordechai for the answer to my little question. Gevalt. It seems to be my lust acting up again - lust for arguing because of the fantasy of being right. Nu. I don't feel that often, but why feel drawn to ask "Hey! Nu?!"? It's a lust of some kind, for sure. Maybe a lust to be useful, or a lust for me to be heard or understood by another.
NU. There are worse things I have the ability to lust after. But still: eez no good for me.
May I turn inward now, and turn to Hashem who is in me and around me, for me, and with me. Mordechai doesn't really need me, and I don't really need Mordechai. We need Hashem, who often gives us to know Him, through people...but it boils down to our relationship with Him.
I love my wife, my children, my parents, my fellow recovering perverts (which includes a few real friends), and my few real (normal) friends. I love yidden, and I love trees, mushrooms, the ocean, the taste of fried fish, ice cream, and lots of other things.