Flying motorhomes.

Some days you just can't get rid of a bomb. Other days you're afraid that you'll step outside to find several motorhomes floating about in the air. Today was one of those flying motorhomes days.

The weather likes to sneak up one. Once I'm feeling that we're safely far enough into fall to avoid dramatic weather occurrences, a thunderstorm sneaks up out of no where. Damnation. The only good thing is that the apartment is Betty free and so I can sleep up here without sharing a bed with that cursed dog, Kim, and Johnna (who is a massive bed hog).

So now that I'm past the delightful vision of motorhomes gracefully prancing around the camp, onto the big thing:

Why is it that people who like to give ultimatums freak out when they receive one? Is it a control issue? That's the only thing I can come up with. Its must be easier for these to say "Do this or such and such will happen" than to have someone demand the same thing of them. It also makes me curious about commitment issues. Do people who like to give but not receive that those dreaded demands have some inability to follow through with their actions? I think that may be the deep seeded issue. Its safe to give someone a choice and a time line, but when the tables are turned, it terrifies them to suddenly be devoid of choices and no specific time in which to do them. I would love to ask Adam about this since he's a prime example. Somehow, though, I feel I've pushed enough of his buttons for the night. Go figure.

Its exasperating being in a relationship. Sometimes I wonder why people even go through it. It must have been nice back in the day when we were all naked heathens sexing it up at random. Then the concept of ownership and the emotion of jealousy came into play and its all gone drastically downhill from there. Perhaps at first it was a good thing. One constant source of affection (or abuse, depending on which category your personality falls into), sex, and anything else needed from the opposite (or same) sex; one convenient package for all your needs. I've done the slut and serial monogamist scenes. As much as I like my little hunk of Japan, sometimes I wonder if I wouldn't have been better off as a prostitute. Prostitutes don't worry about the future of their relationships, they get paid for what most couples give up for free...questionable legality, abuse on the streets, and STDs aside, its a wonder more men and women don't do it.

Moving onto my next tidbit of woe, Kim gave me some pictures of my birth dad. Did you know that in 1986, a year before I was born, he was the National Water Jumping Champion? That's frightening. Suddenly he seems far more human to me.

My favorite picture is one where he's holding me and he looks like a mix between a more masculine me and Dr. Wilson from House. Its charming.

Now I hasten away to bed. I'm afraid my Blogger will vomit from the bitter taste I've left in its mouth. And yes, I can be bitter. I'm 21 with no real college degree, job, a relationship that's more stress than love, stretchmarks, and questionable parentage. I like to think I'm entitled.