This was the most joyless group of intellectual idiots I've met in years. These are the kind of people who give intelligence a bad name.
Most of the people there were in their 50’s and 60’s. I had the impression that they had lived mostly inside their minds, and hadn’t lived nearly enough in their bodies, much less the world beyond.
Chances are, they probably wouldn't understand the value of living for the sake of enjoying yourself.
The pursed lips, the fidgets, the jerks, and the insistence on sticking with the program – I guess they wrote and shared at these workshop? Even the workshop dude felt the need to get on with it and wrap things up with his particular talk, so the others could get going with what they wanted.
On the upside, this only took a half an hour of my life because I left as soon as workshop dude was done. No way was I going to write with these folks.
Every single one of them - male and female, young and old, plain and pretty, gay and straight – reminded me of the maxim: “You need to get laid.” Every single one of them probably needed to get laid really, really badly.