Ben Argon

I have never really had much patience for philosophy. I took Michael Sandel's philosophical survey course, "Justice," in college and frankly found everything after John Locke to be useless noodling. I'm sure Sartre and existentialism was touched on, but I doubt I was paying attention at that point in the semester. In later years, I remember shrugging after reading "No Exit" and finding Camus' The Stranger annoying due to the sniveling weasel of a narrator.

But, hey, I'll try anything if someone puts it in graphic novel form.

Turns out a lot of this existential stuff lines up with how I live my life, so that's okay. But then they go and say something like, "Nothing is as real as something," and I just can't even. And by the time it comes around to having the freedom to be as much of a psychopath as you want to be, I just want to slap 'em with Locke's social contract and call it a day.

My current philosophy: Sleep, chores, eat, read, Goodreads. Dead yet? If no, repeat.

Bad faith? Mm-kay.… (plus d'informations)