I've met plenty of people who understand me on HIVE, but a part of your post made me long for a child hood that I never really felt I had. It was so perfectly articulated by the book that I'm reading at the moment.
"So you'll help me if I can show I don't actually need you?"
The clock stopped with this statement, and it is something that I have never asked my Mother, but exactly how I have always felt. Inspiration for another post, merely based on your line:
Your parents should understand you of course
I suspect we were both the first highly educated people of our lines - and with that education comes a disjointed understanding. Not to probe intellectual "elitism" and ivory towers (fun fact, my first domain name ever involved those two words) - but it is hard to relate to those who do not seem to operate upon the same level as oneself.
It is possible, of course, to adapt our communication styles, but it never feels sincere to sacrifice the deeper, more profound intent of an idea or statement. It feels like you're not giving it the impact it deserves.
Rambling back towards your post. Women save so many men. From themselves. From their delusions, from their frustrations, from their ambitions. We are better thanks to them, and we learn from them every single day.
I'm envious on your five year head start you have over me, but I'll just have to do some more catching up by having the women in my life continue to save me. From myself :)
I've realised this you know.
Without women we burn out. Women remind us there's beauty to life.
If you look at the old kings and queens half the things that were built for the population and plebs were suggestions from women. Without women there'd just be endless wars, competition, and fist bumps lol.
You say that but I'm also envious of your 5 years earlier -- there's such beauty in figuring shit out, and it's very transformative. Learning is the cornerstone to progress.
Sometimes I wish I was just beginning again -- so much to learn and see. Such wonder.
And also, and ode to your parents -- there's a lot of intellectual prowess that escaped earlier generations. We weren't the first, only the first refined. If you get that.
We had educational establishments built to refine even the dirtiest pleb. They had a line in a factory and people that told them that's what their life was.
Whilst this world houses many people that think they are way more than they are, it also houses many that have yet to shine bright! :)
Ah, my mother never worked a day in her life, of a real job at least. Still hasn't, but if you ask her, she'll tell you that her work is never ending.