Railing against the average: notes from a soul-sucking commute

by David A. Brensilver

"I want to attack the man sitting across from me. He has done nothing but sit quietly. He is listening to music through a pair of headphones and has not made eye contact. He is not taking up more space than is necessary and is allowing me mine. Still, I feel an urge to thrash him with my laptop. He is closest. That is why."

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