A: My life is blunt!
A: I have no function! No percentage!
B: Percentage? Of what? Do you need help with math? There’s a button on your calculator that-
A: -No! I’m talking about my existence! My viability!
B: …your life?
A: Yes! It’s rounded.
B: You mean you’re well-rounded? Or it’s a circle.
A: No! It’s… worn. [B raises his eyebrows.] It’s… dull.
B: Oohh. You’re bored.
A: …what? No, I am person.
B: What? Oh. No. Bored. B-o-r-e-d. Your life doesn’t entertain or amuse you. It’s no fun.
A: But my life is fun! Very fun! I have fun for keeps. Endlessly
B: …ok…then, what’s the problem?
A: My life is blunt! Worn! [At B’s bemused expression, A let’s out a frustrated exclamation, pulls out a smart phone, and does a quick search.] Pointless! It’s pointless!
A: So what should I do?
B: Don’t teach.