Same world, different universe.

I try to call my Dad every second day but we both struggle to find enough to talk about. After “How are you?” and “Fine” there is always a long and awkward pause.

My wife, on the other hand, calls her mother every morning, sometimes more than once a day, and they find enough to talk about to fill a twenty minute call.

And we all think we exist in a shared reality…

4 thoughts on “Same world, different universe.

  1. I went through exactly the same patch with my dad. It lasted years and did my head in too. Then I had a personal crisis and he stepped up big time. He was the one grabbing the phone to talk and fixing me. Maybe it was the engineer mentality or a generational issue but for that very short period of time he was my best friend.


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