A Simple Wish--Can my Mom and Dad Just Ask How My Day Was?

I was reminded tonight when I called my parents of why I sometimes dread calling them. It was a conversation that quickly turned into my dad nagging me about finding a "special skill" in my work so I wouldn't be eliminated from this cruel, realistic world. He even suggested doing a CPA. I don't know how to describe my line of work to him and what career plans I have for myself, but I think it's more trouble than it's worth.

Then my mom chimed in in the background, in a very serious tone, about keeping my eyes open for a boy up here and to let the long distance thing go. She told me not to be so dependent on something that's hundreds of miles away. That's when I realized how tired I was and went to take a shower.

So in our 10 minute phone conversation, we covered these 2 topics for 95% of the time.

I feel like the high school me. They're still trying to live my life for me. The difference is that now, they've become lame ducks.