I was really hoping to experience the old “My parents were right all along” revelation that so much folk wisdom says is inevitable. Unfortunately, the older I get, the more experiences I have and the more perspective I gain… my parents really look worse and worse. I would rather it be the other way, and ultimately I am sadder for my younger self as I age.

My father's career advise to my brother and me was "Make lots of money so I can come live with you when I get old."

My brother didn't like that advise so he did a bunch of research and asked a bunch of people about their careers. He got a masters in an Engineering field but hated working in that field. So he got another masters. He doesn't use it for his career.

I studied Chemistry and left grad school to do software development with no degree in it (it was the 80s). I never used my degree either.

Confronting my dad about his bad career advise would have just gotten his Standard Response to Criticism™--But I'm lovable.

And no he never lived with either of us. But then he never go old.

Oof too real