After my friends dwindled out of the bar last night, I was left (by choice) to finish my beer at one of the tables in the center of the pub. Exposed. I sat there, bored, wishing for some strength, twirling my phone around and around on the table, staring at it in a hypnotic trance when I was interrupted by a large man named Sean. It was his birthday. And apparently he wanted to share it with me.
I’m a friendly person; but I could only give him a half smile due to my mood. The birthday boy was not phased by this obvious standoffishness, though. He was adamant that I partake in some birthday conversation. So, I tried to appease him. The conversation went something like this:
“So, my friend has this theory that everyone is insane. Do you think we’re all insane?”
“What?”
“My friend, he thinks that all the 9-5ers are insane and the people that are jobless are insane, etc, etc. So, like, everyone is just striving for sanity.”
“Um, so you’re saying unique preferences of lifestyle make you insane?”
Thinking: I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.
“I don’t know, it’s my friend’s idea.”
Thinking: you’d be better off at least trying to come up with your own.
“Huh.”
“So what do you do?”
Thinking: I avoid conversations like this. For a living. I’ve reached sanity.
