I felt really depressed, when I went back home, no one bothered to ask how I did or even acknowledge my presence at all. Dinner was extremely disappointing, but I can't blame my mum, she had a terrible day at work, doing some manual labour for less than 5 bucks for a whole day. So after dinner I went around trying to get a decent meal, and saw a guy biting or licking his girlfriend's hair in broad daylight at the food court. I guess such things occur so that we bystanders can really laugh at them and ruefully feel better. My expectations run counterwise to reality, and I thought they cared. Not even a pinch of concern coming from ___,___ and ___.