I had a similar epiphany, though it also coincided with my second divorce, so who’s to say where it really came from?

My inner thought wasn’t “Who cares?” though, it was “Why wrestle in the mud with a pig? All you’ll get is a broken arm, covered in mud, blood, sweat, and who knows what the fuck else. To top it all off, the pig enjoyed the hell out of it.”

You can see why this epiphany may have coalesced at or around the same time my divorce finalized. Still though, I think Reddit had a hoof in this too.

At my work we usually debate ad nauseam until one, both, or all of us suddenly remember that we have all the wealth of mankind’s knowledge at our finger tips and then we Google.

…then we inevitably complain about the lack of internet in our office, agree to disagree and then forget what we were discussing as we move onto another debatable topic.