Somewhere in there she was making a point about the difficulty of doing a job well, adding how what often ups the angst factor was the unavoidable impulse to be self-critical.
I nodded, thinking yes, it is exhausting. Always judging oneself, looking for ways to improve. Sure, apply it to poker, if you wanna.
To punctuate her point, she quoted Socrates’ one-liner with a shrug of acknowledgement: “The unexamined life is not worth living.” Might’ve even sighed a little, too.
I smiled, suddenly inspired. I had the perfect rejoinder.
“Actually, the unexamined life is... pretty cool.”
Or would be, anyway. Think about how easy it would be, to glide along without them existential doubts always gnawin’ at ya. Without even the hint of such worries. Yeah, I know. We’re talking about other people here. None of us can really manage that. Not really.
Six hundred posts. I mean, c’mon. That’s kind of overdoing the whole self-examination thing just a touch, wouldn’t you say? For which reason I think I’ll forgo the usual slice of centennial-inspired introspection, and instead just thank everybody for stopping by this here corner of the interweb every now and again.
As a token of my appreciation, allow me spare you a bit of self-examination. I’ve looked into it already, and so can tell you...
You guys are the nuts.