I don't like feeling vulnerable but last night at the dinner table, I was that. I don't know why but I just did it, I told my parents something and it felt weird to show them that spot. I told my parents some news about my cousin. So the topic of how I acted last December (when my cousin along with my other relatives and her fiance visited and had dinner here at home) popped up. Just a little recall: I wasn't very friendly that night, I didn't talk to much, I didn't do much catching up with my cousin. And last night I told my parents why. I told them it's because I find that I could not relate anymore, that it was like I have become a "late bloomer", my concerns were different from theirs, it was as if we were on different levels. I felt some kind of inadequacy... like my concerns and whatever I can talk about seems trivial (i'm taking up a doctorate degree but I'm still a student and it doesn't feel so different from high school--ok i've matured and so have the people around me, but you know what i mean?) but these I didn't tell them but that was what I was pointing at. And my dad naturally felt a bit sorry, I think, so he was like, that's ok, the difference is like only two years, you'll get there, and you're in for something bigger. Just to hide back that vulnerability, I said, that's ok, that's not the point. So my mom was like, yeah, what' she's saying is that she just can't relate, it's not that she's unhappy with where she is. It's not that I hate the feeling, it's just weird, and akward, and I just don't talk stuff like that with them.