

Growing old is compulsory; growing up is optional. My boomer parent besties (Edit to clarify: the best friends of my lame-ass boomer parents) taught me that. They were awesome, hard-partying, and so full of life. They would take me for long weekends and vacations with them, doing fun shit including breaking his RC cars doing ill-advised shit. He was an EE for Phillips NA and she was an EE for IBM. We stayed in close touch until they died.
If my own parents are what adulthood looks like, nah, I’m good, thanks.







My anecdote was unclear; I apologize. My parents suuuuuuck, are boring AF except as a case study of Conservatives, and their only contribution to the world will be their absence when they’re gone. My parents’ best friends were a lifelong exemplar on how to live life and leave things better,