I called my dad from the airport today before we left for Melbourne, and as is his usual tendency, he started talking about all kinds of depressing topics like life insurance, what he’d do if he’d officially retire (watch a lot of YouTube videos all day), and my future inheritance and death taxes I may have to pay.

I always wonder during these conversations if these topics actually give my dad pleasure. He loves to discuss logistical things even when they make no sense or are overly cautious, and he stays far away from discussing anything about feelings. It’s hard to relate to that stance in life because I’m not like that at all. In fact, when I try to show feelings, most of the people I’ve chosen to spend time around, both family and friends, tend to change the topic.

Repression is the worst.