Fanatical Apathy

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The dinner-party question that most people have no problem with is always a real trauma for me:

“So, what do you do?”

Inevitably, a difficult negotiation process follows. Most people who ask that question want a nice, simple answer. That is why most careers have handy names like “architect,” “corporate vice president,” or “Supreme Overlord of the Xynok Nebula.” But mine doesn’t.

So I hedge my bets, trying to feel out the interest level of my inquisitor… “Uh, lots of things, um, you know, acting, writing, sort of…” I always feel really lame at this point. If they nod and smile and change the subject, I want to yell, “How can you leave it at that? You don’t have the foggiest idea of what I do, you smug, self-important architect/vice president/Overlord!”

But if they’re actually interested, it’s even worse. I have to try to tell them…

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