My parents have reached an age where they repeat stories so often that I've started to think of them as my own personal NPCs. It doesn't help that they occasionally give me some random task that does nothing to help me level up.
I'm watching YouTube videos of the Rocking New Year's Eve concerts that I missed, and it occurs to me that music was better when ugly people were allowed to make it.
At 14, all my mom could talk about was how getting a girl pregnant would ruin my life. At 34, all my mom can talk about is how never getting a girl pregnant has ruined her life.
Sure, by my age my grandfather had fought a war, bought a farm, married, and had two kids, but I've got a phone that plays music AND video games. Who's got time for kids with all that on my plate?