Is It Serious? I'm Afraid It Is

I should probably address the fact that my titles never have anything to do with my posts, if you haven't noticed.

My Grandfather is visiting from California. He's a very conservative and formal old gentleman. In other words, I haven't got the slightest idea of what to say to the man. His plans for today included visiting a nearby army base to peruse the halls, see if it's changed, and maybe converse with the recently returned...brigade?...of soldiers from Iraq. He's very patriotic. So is my dad, actually. My Grandpa's basically exactly like my father, x10. They are the type of people who read the 9/11 commission report; who probably always vote Republican. There's nothing wrong with that, it just means that I have no kind of repertoire to strike up with my Grandpa.

My dad's easier to talk to. I just don't have serious conversations with him very often because I know he disapproves of my lifestyle. Not the gay; he's fine with the gay. Just that I stay up till all hours of the night and wake up late and have no job. Hell, I disapprove of my lifestyle. I just feel like I won't fit in at a lot of places I could maybe work. I need to feel comfortable...which probably means I'd have to work around mostly women; that's an issue right there. Well, that's not true. I've worked around men, done fairly manly things. Last summer I worked on my boyfriend Michael's parents' house and I loved it. It was fun. But I was already comfortable with his dad and everything. Okay, I'm making excuses. I could probably work wherever. But I know I couldn't do that and school and have a life.

I am a person who needs a ridiculous amount of downtime in addition to having an active social life (and by that I mean shooting the shit with my friends all the time, which is basically still downtime). But I really get creative and stimulated by the company of others; I feed off of their energy. Ew, I'm an emotional vampire. Also, I don't have very many original ideas, which makes me sad; everything is pulled from somewhere else. How post-modern of me. And I have trouble bringing myself to give my brain a workout. I can do mindless labor with pretty much no problem as long as there's mild stimulation. I guess I just operate on one level all the time. It's not very productive, I'll tell ya that. Maybe I just need more positive energy around me.

I like how this started out about my family and ended up being all about me.