I am a bourgeois and the other day I was captured by an avant-garde artist who promised to subject me to a brutal emotional experience.
“Hey bourgeois, I’m going to explode all your comforting illusions!” he said. He had hair dyed two different colors and a cast iron scrotal piercing.
“Okay.” I said. “Let’s get this over with.”
“You think that your life is worth living but you know what? IT isn’t. Cause nothing is worth doing!”
“What about dispelling people’s illusions?” I said “You obviously think that’s worth doing.”
“Huh.” he said “I had not thought about that. This whole thing has gone south. I was supposed to make you feel bad but instead you have made me feel bad.”
“I’m really sorry” I said. And I really was.