The shameful moment when you realize that some things just don’t seem that weird to you because you spent several years of your life hanging out with people who believed that “abstract thought” was the root cause of all of our social problems. Several of these people had a personal goal of engaging in as little abstract thought as possible.
I mean, sure, almost everyone I was friends with would roll their eyes at the people who would go on and on about how they lived in Minnesota in a debris hunt all summer and for a few weeks achieved that perfect feral state where they didn’t engage in any symbolic thought. But we still hung out with them, and let them stay at our houses and gave them food.
One time a girl left a pair of nice boots at our house, en route from Minnesota to Asheville. Megan took the boots and denied that they were at our house when the girl called to ask. It mean, I realize that abstractly this was unethical and dishonest. But Megan’s logic was that a)the girl was annoying and b)nice knee high boots are pretty civilized, and I can’t argue with that logic.