Just don't do somethign unforgiveable.

I don't care how shitty or not any of your parents have been to you. Call them. Or stop long enough in a common area to smile, say bye, put on happy face if you live with them. I got about three to five years to go before mine will be nearing end-of-life care, and I'm not putting them in a goddamn home. When they're gone I'll finally be alone wiht not a single person to bitch at me about my energetic medicine experiments, or my substance usage.

Yeah, when the boomers arw gone, the remainder of society is flying blind.
But left undisturbed, deep underground, I'm going to be happier than the biggest Wall Street dbag on bonus day.