In walks this girl and she sits next to me. For whatever reason, I decided to chat her up. I blame the whiskey.
Note: I try to keep my philosophical musings to a more theoretical/universal level so they don't fall into the trap of anecdotal irrelevance. However, on this particular topic, my recent experience is too fitting to ignore. Considering the voyeuristic nature of our culture, this is probably the type of thing that I should be writing … Continue reading This is what you get when you mess with us