It only took me 60 years, but i can finally relate to my dad.
I thought he was so boring, stable, anxious, fearful, cautious, repressed, irritating, obvious, habitprone.
Pot meet kettle.
It strikes me that my 60 years, if it didnt overlap with his 60 years, and his 60 years, had it not overlapped with his father, would stretch back 180 years, or back to 1840. Im not sure why this fascinates and alarms me. Maybe its another way of saying, TOO SOON OLD, TOO LATE SMART.
Or this sense that we stumble through life with no experience, led by parents who have us when they are no more than children themselves.
