If there’s ever been a story I’m qualified to write and comment about, it’s this one right here. Because, unfortunately, nothing sets any of us apart from other people when it comes to being a functional member of society. Not even Philosophy enthusiasts.

I would like to hope there is, that way I could read philosophy all day and only engage in insightful conversation about wisdom and the human experience. The human condition, though, is one that makes most of us go to work and not act like a hurt little snowflake anytime something isn’t 100% comfortable.

Anyway, this story is about one guy who clearly doesn’t think like me, and if I might add, he sounds to be much more tuned with his emotions, feelings, and triggers than with the pursuit of knowledge. 

The family dinner started politely enough until the new boyfriend decided small talk was an existential threat. The sister brings him in glowing like she’s discovered intellectual gold. The conversation rolls along, wine poured, smiles exchanged, then comes the harmless question: What do you do for work. A question older than taxes, universally accepted as conversational filler. But this man takes it personally. He straightens up, stares with deep pseudo-wisdom, and delivers his line of the evening, that he does not define himself by capitalism. Which is poetic considering capitalism currently pays for his dinner.