“What is the point of coffee table books?”
“They’re beautiful.”
“They’re ridiculous.”
“What are you actually upset about? This can’t really be about my coffee table books.”
“Yes it is legitimately about your stupid, expensive books that you never even open, it’s all just for show.”
“First of all, I do occasionally open them. Second of all, what if they are just for show? Why does it bother you so much?”
“Because it’s superficial. Just like those big fall planters you bought to put outside our front door. They’ll be dead in less than a month.”
“Yes they’ll be dead in less than a month but they make me happy. They’re colorful and they remind me that even though our world is fucked, there is still beauty.”
“It’s kind of frivolous.”
“You mean I’m kind of frivolous. Enjoying beauty doesn’t make a person shallow. I would argue that a person capable of appreciating beauty, is actually a person capable of feeling and thinking on a deeper level.”
“I don’t agree.”
“You don’t have to. But if my books and planters bother you so much, you also don’t have to stay.”
“Now you’re just being a drama queen.”
“Not at all, I’m dead serious. This is who I am, it’s who I’ve always been and it’s who I’ll always be. Your criticism is ugly and I don’t do ugly.”
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