I just had the most amazing talk with my dad. Over two hours and we went deep. I love that, it’s very therapeutic.
Speaking of, my dad thanked me and called it psychotherapy. I am literally my family’s therapist. Whenever something’s troubling them, they come to me for a chat. It’s good to be able to offer something.
I think the reason I enjoy talking to my dad the most is because we don’t talk about superficial things. We are raised in a society of idiots. We talk about stupid stuff, no substance. We expect stupid. Because the stupid outnumber us. We are surrounded. *shudders dramatically*
Personally, I choose to be silent if I have nothing to offer.