Random Experience

Well I finally figure it all out.
What makes me tick.
The reason I pick up hitchikers. The reason I love surfing, ad travel and paragliding. And quite possibly, the reason I was so opposed to ":settling" inot one permanent relationship. Because I love random experince. I love it when things are different and interesting and exciting. Whe we go to the movies the last thing in the world we would want to see is a flick about some guy who goes to work and sits in traffic. We want random experiences. We want things that don't ussually happen. The most random thing, besides Burning Man or Mardi Gras, falling in love with someone who a couple of weeks, or days, or hours, prior was a random stranger.

Irionic that one of the most random acts can lead to an existence that becomes utterly homogenized. Just tonight Kate remarked that all we ever talk about anymore is bills and what we are going to have for dinner.

Nothing

Kate just told me that Michele said I really reminded her of her uncle Redge, who's last name is also Rice. Wierd.

So I have been thinking a lot about Marriage. Kate by the way was pissed when she saw my blog becasue she said I always make her sound like a bitch. The irony that she was yelling at me for this did not escape either of us. Does every marriage have to have a good cop and a bad cop? And do I, by doing all those things that piss her off and never getting mad at her for antyhing becasue my only real complaint is that she gets mad at me for doing stupid shit, does that really warrant the title of "good cop"?

Here's the other problem I have been thinking about: People are naturally driven to get the next better thing. We want to grow, to improve to develope. And here is marriage. This institution that says "You can never get anything else, this is all you will ever have." God Kate is going to kill me when she reads this. But anyway, you see my point.

And then there's the flip side. Relationship after relationship. Mini relationships, not one night stands, but nothing longer than three monthes, pure infatutation. Who could hack the heartache? Who could not ever ache for something deeper. And yet Kate and I (I think) both prefered it when when we called eachother boy/girl friend.

I don't know.

I do know I love her.