I was told that talking to me was like talking to a brick wall.  I fully admit my stubbornness, however this brick wall has a voice, ideas, a highly competitive nature, and can put forth a relatively decent counter argument.  I'm far worse than talking to a brick wall. I've lived my entire life on a benefit to effort ratio.  At some point the effort required to achieve the benefits surpasses their worth.  This applies to relationships, especially so in my jaded mind.  I've had the happiest moments of recent memory with her.  Equally so, some of the most painful.  *sigh*  Define romantic love.  Ok, I can promise that our definitions differ in quite a dramatic way.  I suppose I should have clarified what she meant when she told me she loved me.  I didn't, instead I gave her my love with my definition.

We are equally as stubborn.  I would much rather smash our brick walls together until some mortar breaks and a few loose bricks fall out.  The weak ones, poorly made and ill placed, set there just to fill a hole.  Immediately followed by a team effort to make a stronger, more unified wall.  It's just hard to tell which of my bricks need to go.  I need the wall to be tested.  How else will I know?  I'd love it if I got my way and she conformed to my ideology.  That would satisfy my competitive side.  But that isn't what should happen in this situation.  I need to break, I need her to break.  Now if I could only be so well spoken when I talk to her...

What the hell am I doing?  A week ago I was in Greece, now I'm back in Oklahoma.  I have stuff, anchors.  I have a bedroom set, a tv that doesn't fit in my car...I'm no longer mobile and I hate it.  I don't know why it bothers me so much.  I mean, I have stuff, shit I never thought I would have, but it slows me down.  There is so much left to see, so much left to do, none of which involves a fucking bedroom set. 

So there we were, grilling out, having a few beers, minding our own business when two members of the host country forces that I am current residing in, approach us to purchase liquor.  We had a liter of 100 proof vodka lying around so we sold it to them.  They invited us over to their get together and we gladly accepted.  So we moseyed over with a our 30 pack.  We then proceeded to get fuckered up.  It started with mixed drinks, which due to the size of their cups, I mistook as shots.  They asked me why I was drinking them so fast which led them to the introduction of their custom of "to the face",  well that's what we call it.  Simply put, someone calls someone else out and they finish their drinks. The bottle of vodka disappeared quickly.  So we went back to our stocks and scrounged up two more liters and a handle...this is where things get fuzzy.  From what I can recall we moved back to our side of the complex. We discussed politics, the differences of our military to theirs, music and....well there was probably more but there was the fuzziness.  I got to share my love of Slipknot with one of them, that was cool.  They tried to get me to do one of their traditional dances.  To say it was poorly performed is an understatement.  At some point near blacked-the-fuck-out drunk, I made my way back to my room, with an empty cooler and no bottles.  All in all, I think it was great progress for American foreign relations.