Tonight, at the cafe and the bar, I posted a handful of W’s. I find my role in this world to be similar to Tyrion Lannister in GOT, in that my job in this society is that I drink and I know things. My purpose, generally, is to be a talk show host and to guide the conversation into good times, to elevate it into something better. I feel that. I found myself passing along info to several people, asking good questions, and steering the convo in group chat to something better.
Sure, sometimes I feel like I’m a useful idiot, but at least I’m useful. That’s something.
Really, though, if I can be a matador waving the red cape at a herd of bulls hell-bent on turning the arena into a down-mouthed amphitheater for solipsism, reigning them in and improving the group vibe, then I feel like I’ve made the world a better place, even if it’s on the micro level. Fine by me. ¡Olé!