…it may be time to stop interacting with others. Or at least some others.
I went over to a coworker’s cubicle yesterday to ask him a question, and as I was turning to leave I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that he was pointing a fist at me. It took me a second to realize that he was waiting for a fist bump. A fucking fist bump! I hesitated, seriously considering leaving him hanging, but I decided to play nice. I went over and tapped his fist with mine and then walked away, waiting for the music to begin and someone to walk over and hand me a Budweiser.