Intro to Existentialism
I wanted people to visit and leave slightly changed, you know. Didn’t always go how I’d hoped. Candace said she wanted a chai tea and I provided. Honey, too. We talked about philosophy. She’d just been introduced to the Existentialists. “Do you know Sartre?” she asked. I told her I did, but didn’t enjoy his writings that much. “Frankly, I think he’s a bit dated,” I offered. “Camus still works for me,” I added, “at least his fiction.” She seemed disappointed, as though she were hoping I looked upon Sartre favorably. “But why the Existentialists now?” I asked. She wouldn’t answer at first, but finally she admitted that she was hoping to impress a philosophy professor she’d met at a mixer a few weeks before. “Oh really,” I said. “Interesting.” She smiled uneasily. “What do you mean by that?” she asked. “Nothing,” I said. “I just find it interesting that you came to me to puff yourself up a little, prime yourself for this professor fellow.” I searched for an expression I’d heard in the past that would score a few points before she left. “What am I, chopped liver?” I blurted, but the door had already closed behind her.
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