Okay, we're waiting for pizza, so I guess I do have time to type.
Thank you to the people who actually read my blog. Wow. I have readers. Well, all of you who've commented are actually people who've I've linked and who've linked me, so I guess it goes without saying that I get visits.
It has been pointed out to me that I spelled inertia wrong. I blame microsoft and the reliance on spellcheck it fosters. Also, the devil made me do it.
Why am I pissed with the 'rents? Well, Dad unilaterally decided to change my flilght from Air France to JAL, just to save me 6 hours in the air. But AF charges $200 less than JAL, so I think it's a horrible waste of money. He did this more or less without telling me (okay, so I basically skim parental letters without really reading much - but that isn't the point. In this instance, there was no consultation). And now, he wants to fly Nessa to Singapore rather than letting me go down to spend Xmas with her. Some points: since I won't be seeing Nessa for a long while, I am not going to let a chance to be with her slip away.
Lets look at the costs involved: Jon heads down via standby tickets: $200. Nessa comes up via a confirmed seat (she can't get standby) $900.
I am not comfortable with his spending cash in my name, for his own reasons. I have a goal, yes, and it's to spend as much time with my fiance as possible. Now, it may be true that I might be willing to spend $900 for a couple of weeks together, but I sure as heck am not going to unless I can bloody well help it. And it's fiance. Not girlfriend. I'm 21, not 16. I'm in college, not JC. Please understand that under almost every legal system on the planet, I am considered an adult, and treat me like one. I have not done anything horribly stupid or irresponsible recently and thus feel that I do, indeed, have a right to be treated with some sort of respect. It's his cash, he can do whatever he wants to with it, but as far as I can see (and I may be jumping to conclusions) this is a desperate attempt to foster some sort of familial bonding. Well, as you can see, it's already backfired rather badly. I guess presents and stuff could have bought my affection, once upon a time, but now? It's an insult, even if not meant as one.
So there.
Thank you to the people who actually read my blog. Wow. I have readers. Well, all of you who've commented are actually people who've I've linked and who've linked me, so I guess it goes without saying that I get visits.
It has been pointed out to me that I spelled inertia wrong. I blame microsoft and the reliance on spellcheck it fosters. Also, the devil made me do it.
Why am I pissed with the 'rents? Well, Dad unilaterally decided to change my flilght from Air France to JAL, just to save me 6 hours in the air. But AF charges $200 less than JAL, so I think it's a horrible waste of money. He did this more or less without telling me (okay, so I basically skim parental letters without really reading much - but that isn't the point. In this instance, there was no consultation). And now, he wants to fly Nessa to Singapore rather than letting me go down to spend Xmas with her. Some points: since I won't be seeing Nessa for a long while, I am not going to let a chance to be with her slip away.
Lets look at the costs involved: Jon heads down via standby tickets: $200. Nessa comes up via a confirmed seat (she can't get standby) $900.
I am not comfortable with his spending cash in my name, for his own reasons. I have a goal, yes, and it's to spend as much time with my fiance as possible. Now, it may be true that I might be willing to spend $900 for a couple of weeks together, but I sure as heck am not going to unless I can bloody well help it. And it's fiance. Not girlfriend. I'm 21, not 16. I'm in college, not JC. Please understand that under almost every legal system on the planet, I am considered an adult, and treat me like one. I have not done anything horribly stupid or irresponsible recently and thus feel that I do, indeed, have a right to be treated with some sort of respect. It's his cash, he can do whatever he wants to with it, but as far as I can see (and I may be jumping to conclusions) this is a desperate attempt to foster some sort of familial bonding. Well, as you can see, it's already backfired rather badly. I guess presents and stuff could have bought my affection, once upon a time, but now? It's an insult, even if not meant as one.
So there.
posted by Enforced Equanimity at 12:59 AM
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