I’m saying is, here we are in a fucked-up world. And even when you find your species, you still are sometimes just a piece of ass to the best of them. Not even because they’re incredibly sexist—maybe they’re just pragmatic, or ambivalent in this case. They don’t happen to love you, is all. They don’t think you’re a math genius or a historian. They think that when you talk, you’re wasting their time a little. That doesn’t mean they’re bad. Sure, you want those guys and their futons and their best friend, Sean, to go fuck themselves, but that doesn’t mean they’re evil. But once they don’t love
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