It is a great American tradition to call out sick, even if, and maybe even especially if, you're perfectly fine. And yet, how can you be "perfectly fine" and still call out from work? You cannot, because obviously something must be wrong if you're losing money on purpose. Or is it being invested elsewhere, like my sanity deposit box?
These are questions I can now ponder, at length, and more to the point, on my couch. This is in fact, what philosophers get paid, or fail to get paid, to do. To call out sick from society, and then sit on their couch smoking weed, playing xBox, and then making up fantastic reasons to justify their outrageous indolence. I can see the appeal, and why half of all philosophy seems to be devoted to arguing for why we need professional philosophers at all. They just think better than we do, stupid.
Ahhhhhhhh, that was me stretching, then reaching for my cup of Italian roast coffee, a grin of extreme self satisfaction glancing across my face like light off the bumper of a Jaguar.
Phew, I7m like all tired and shit after all this typing and reaching for stuff. Nap time...
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