Gotta love how mom's all "I try to stay positive" in the middle of a long depressive rant. You can't have a conversation with her without hearing how terrible people are, how worried she is for her health or how unfortunate she's been in life. Dad talks less about that stuff, but when he does, he's no better than her. They're like an echo chamber of misery. Took me a long-ass time to unlearn that attitude after I moved out.