It’s the morning after the Chick-fil-A drama and I’m still chewing.
I remember the day I was sitting next to an incredibly nice gay guy, enjoying a really good conversation when he dropped the ultimate conversation-killer.
“What do you do for a living?”
I hate that question. I hate that question because people can’t help but size you up when they hear the answer. I hate that question because we’re already prone to think of ourselves as human doings instead of human beings. I hate that question because of what it does to people when they find out what I do.
I’ve often tried to find ways around the question. I’ve told people I work with non-profit organizations (this is true). I’ve told people that I write (this is true). I’ve even told people that I am a spiritual guru that assists people in opening their third eye (I really…
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Losing Self 