Sometimes I wonder if we’re all just… playing pretend. Like, my dad, he's got the dementia, and I went to him with a business idea—a REAL proposal, like, fancy deck and everything—and he just looked at me blank, like I was some stranger pitching him. Am I the only one who feels this deep, weird grief mixed with… well, almost relief, now that mom's gone and I don't have to pretend anymore? It’s like we’re all just waiting for the roles to end, even the ones we love. Anyone else ever get that feeling that humans are just… characters, waiting for the curtain call? It’s SO confusing.