Any of you ever had a deep conversation with either of your parents?
No, me neither.
I kind of wish I could, but I think we’re too shallow to handle it and by that I mean that I’m too shallow to… Actually, when I think about it: my problem is that I’m too socially and emotionally inept to be able to start such a conversation.
My two approaches to conversation are: wisecracks or diving in. The former revolves around me making jokes that trivialise the conversation topic and the latter involves me skipping the social niceties (hello, how are you?) and going straight for the conversational jugular (so, how do you feel about dying?). Neither approach seems to work well.
My mom never seems to get past the social niceties. Once her ‘how are you, how’s the dog (we don’t have a dog)’ stuff is exhausted she collapses in on herself and smiles and tells me she loves me and that’s that.
My dad just tells funny anecdotes about his life. Try to ask him anything important and he goes ‘funny’. You wouldn’t like his funny side. Or mine, come to think about it.
So, yeah. Roll on tomorrow.