Paternal word vomit

So I love my dad, but he drives me crazy to no end. Karl and I got back from India nearly two weeks ago. We were there for two weeks, and those two weeks were spent almost entirely with my parents. My dad has a loud voice, a loud personality, and generally a loud sense of being. All in all, he's just a loud man. This is in contrast to Karl, who is one of the most reserved people I know. It's safe to say I married the polar opposite of my dad.

My dad also suffers from something I would like to call "word vomit." Things just come out of his mouth without him thinking about it. Sometimes, I wonder if he really thinks at all, but that is another post for another time. I was directly hit by some of this word vomit waiting for the train from Agra to Delhi. After a wonderful day of seeing every sight BUT the Taj Mahal (it was closed damn it!), I was thinking the train ride to Delhi would be nice and peaceful. Alas, the word vomit came out as we were in line to buy a bottle of water:

"Why are you going back to school? Karl has a good job! You already don't work. You should think about starting a family."

I was a bit taken aback. My parents were second on my phone list when I got my accceptance letter to go back to school. They said they were happy and proud of me... I specifically took so much time off from my life to figure out what I needed to do and where I needed to go. It took me a full year to decide to go back to school, which included campus visits, talking to professors, talking to alumni, and talking to (some) family. It wasn't a decision to be taken lightly since I had such a hard time functioning as a rational human being at Clemson.

So my dad whittled most of my worth down to baby-maker. Not that I don't want to be a baby-maker, but yet again, another post for another time.

Sometimes, I really just wish I could word vomit all over him someday.

Resolving to do nothing, really

It's now January 2nd, and I'm thinking that I'm a slacker. Or at least I sometimes aspire to be a slacker. I would make a lot of resolutions to prepare for the New Year. Most would consist of better time management, but my actual efforts wouldn't last more than two days. Some see the new year as a new start, but in the grand scheme of things, isn't it really just another day? I've never experienced the phoenix rising from its ashes at the stroke of midnight on December 31st. I only knew I was tired and ready for bed.

If my resolution is to do nothing, is it really nothing?