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Disclaimer: This may not be a very new concept, but it provides a revisions or a slightly different perspective on the matter. I realized that I started to talk less with my dad. It's because his hearing is poor (due to some ear infection he had in his childhood). It would be awkward whenever I would say something to him, and he didn't know that I was trying to say something, let alone hearing a blur of a sound from me so that he can ask me to reiterate what I said. It would be doubly awkward because he sits more often around family members, so everyone else would be there to witness it. It would take effort to repeat words to him, and then the awkwardness would increase and feed into a positive feedback loop the more I tried. Soon, due to talking less with my father, I lost the urge to share that 'cool fact I saw online' and 'Dad I saw something really cool'. This was another piece of good justification for not talking as much, realizing that the urges were there as a habit (which it essentially is). My mother later pointed out that I started to talk less to my father. I started making justifications in my head, such as the awkwardness, the effort, etc. I do love my father, but I rightly believed that all my reasons were justified for talking to him less. I was still open to other thoughts so I let the different what ifs trickle in. All of a sudden, I had this realization. It was cliché, but this time, I knew it was different. The shift I felt was of pure understanding, and it also felt like a shift in emotional understanding. My fathers view/model of the world/reality simply held the fact that I talked to him a lot less. He couldn't see the internal struggle I experienced each time I had to talk to him. This is what my model of 'reality' looked like: Figure A: My 'model of reality' for talking to my father less. On the other hand, this was his model, which is drastically different: Figure B: My father's model of reality, far more different than mine. This whol