

You don’t, entirely, and saying that is like saying “well love is just biochemistry. It’s all just molecules interacting.”
And yeah. That’s ONE way of seeing it, a very materialistic and wholly insufficient and even trite way of looking at it devoid of human soul and the actualities of living that experience.
It’s basically a resignation to what capitalism is trying to sell you- units of something, you become a statistic, it’s not the enjoyment of the food, it’s about a sterile transaction between patron and chef, where you get so and so filled to such and such a degree, and that has some specific arbitrary value in money.
It’s just such a consumer zombie way of perceiving the world, I just can’t.



“Oh yeah?! SHOW ME THE BIRTH CERTIFICATE!”
You’re genuinely just a bunch of fundamentalist indie hipsters consuming games like they’re new season flavors of coffee at starbucks. I bet you drink IPA and tell your friends about your favorite micro breweries, let me know if I’m close. You have an oversized square beard (you use beard balm), and thick rimmed glasses, and a balding head that you shaved clean.
Again, I might be off on the details, but the gist is there.