I was a philosophy major, you know.
I was particularly keen on the existentialists—Sartre, De Beauvoir, Kierkegaard. “Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom,” and all that tosh. I can’t say my former studies haven’t served me well in my current line of work as the beachball tossed out at corporate sales events. Bouncing from hand to hand to the grand salute of a stadium anthem felt transcendent at times. In those moments, I was the eye of the tiger.
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