As I told Stellou over the weekend, this may someday come to be known as The Dumbest Mistake In My Life, but for now, it seems the right thing to do.
I finally got around last night to telling my parents that I'll be imminently unemployed. Surprisingly, the reaction consisted more of the faint raising-of-eyebrows than of anything more histrionically Asian. Then again, I'm wondering if there'll be more fallout after the details have had time to sink in --- particularly since they haven't yet asked how much of a pay cut I'll be taking to do this damn fooled thing called "pursuing what I'm really interested in", and the answer is, a startling, startling amount.
On the other hand, it could just be that blogging about one's trepidation on this matter led to a crippling inability to actually broach the subject (even last night, as my mother maundered on about the Xmas family photo and my dad pottered away at his laptop) and an all-encompassing phobia of telling them --- than if I had not-blogged about it and just told them months ago in the first place.