The Living Centrifuge

I know it is in love that my father called me and pissed all over my day, but the fact remains that now my day is saturated in piss. Piss saturated days smell bad and are uncomfortably moist. And it was all "what would you do if I wasn't here? I can't support you forever!" and of course, since I decided that I'm going to sell my condo, I've been pleasantly dreaming about the fact it will mark the beginning of my weening myself off of my father's support, and somehow, now that's a dream that is saturated in "you're nearly 30 years old and you need to start taking care of yourself" piss. Why do parents know when/where/why to pee on their kids? That is not something at which anyone should be adept. It transfers the origin of the independence into his hands. Not in fact, but apparently. I do not like this. My ego does not like this. And its irrrrrrrrevocable.