It's weird how when you get older, your parents feel it's more natural to tell you/talk to you about things that are not exactly parent-kid appropriate. Well, the word appropriate isn't exactly the best one to use in this situation... More like, they feel the need to have YOUR input.
Me? The kid. I'm the kid k. I'm usually the person hiding in unsighted places listening in secretly on the very things you're telling me now.
Not used to it.
Then I remember. I'm not a kid anymore. I'm 23, I have a degree in Psychology (whatever that's worth these days), and... I'm an adult.
What the hell just happened.