Someone kill me please.......

Hey boys and girls, well you know at some point we all move back in with our parents. It is a massive change from when we were on our own and doing what god knows what! I am convinced that my parents are crazy. Maybe its just that their actions dont exactly replicate what I assumed they would be doing in their late 50's. I always envisioned my mom staying at home and knitting and perhaps gardening and my dad fishing. Instead they frequent pool halls, meet friends, and even stay up past 11 pm on the weekdays. Have they resorted to some odd late-life crisis??? Oddly enough they still get on my case about going out and coming home late. I guess no matter how old you get parents will remain parents. Regardless, I am very wary about how I am gonna turn out at their age....maybe I should just commit myself to the crazy bin now! I guess I could think of worse things then having to live back home.....like being eaten alive by ants, having Indians burn me alive, getting trampled by wild horses....but at this point it seems the better alternative. Its almost like being Jane Goodall and watching the chimps......my parents are fun to observe at times (when they arent bugging me)....it just makes me wonder.............where did my genes come from?????