The other night I told Sean, "I think I'm a philosopher. I keep finding myself in social situations where we're discussing a topic and I want to talk about the humanity behind it. But, it's annoying. I can feel its annoyance. Like, too far, Jen. Too boring." I went to a book club recently and asked something like, "Why do you think we do that? Why is that a natural tendency?" But no one wants to talk about; they want to get to the next point.
It's funny, kind of. And sort of interesting. Maybe. I wonder why I do that? Why do you think that is?