Ugh...parents.

Parents have this enormous power. It's almost scary. I know there are studies and fields of study and professions that all deal with this topic of nature vs nurture..but the bottom line is: parents have this enormous power. They shape how we think, react, emote, walk, talk, look, feel, and even shape our futures with their decisions. Conversely...they can also royally screw us up.

I do not know exactly when we as children become the adults in our relationships with our parents, but at some point...we do. We become the rational thinkers, we become the normal, functional, rational person. We can identify our parents flaws, recognize how to fix those flaws, and sit back while they do absolutely nothing about it. Now, is that just our parents being incredibly senile, or are they just "secure in who they are?" When exactly do they cross over that thin line from secure to senile?

I don't pretend to know the answer to that question, I only know that I am a living and breathing example of that struggle...right now. It haunts me everyday. It taunts me every minute, and it follows me everywhere I go. AND I AM SO OVER IT!!! Seriously. I understand that I am one of probably 100 million or so children of broken families in America...but I don't know those people..I only know me, and my situation, and I feel like I am going to explode all over the place. Then my body will be swept away in the wind like a dandelion, and I can land on some field 1000 miles away, somehow reform myself into a person and start the hell over somewhere else.

Wow! That is so depressing! You know, when you write it all down...it makes it seem so much worse. It almost makes the already insurmountable that much higher of an object to get over. So my question then becomes...what are the steps to take build your stairs to climb over it? How does one mount the insurmountable?

Please don't judge me....I am trapped in my own life right now. Add on to that the problems I am shouldering (some by choice, but most not) and you have the makings of an overwhelmed and stressed out 26 year old guy.

None of this would even matter if Tiger Woods would come back to play professional golf. He solves all of my problems. Just wanted to end this blog on one irrational statement. I'm good now...back to being the rational, normal one (whatever the hell that means).

That is all.