Philosophy majors in the wild

Sitting at Franklin Street Coffee trying to memorize the bones in the human foot when I become an accidental witness to the most pretentious conversation in Chapel Hill history. Two guys at the next table over are having what I can only describe as a philosophical debate about whether cereal is soup.

Philosophy majors in the wild

I’m not kidding. One of them is arguing that cereal is cold soup because it’s “liquid with solid components consumed with a spoon,” while the other is getting genuinely heated about how the “cultural context and preparation method” make it fundamentally different. They’ve been at this for twenty minutes. TWENTY MINUTES about Cheerios and milk.

Trying so hard not to lose it

I had to take a photo because nobody would believe me otherwise. The second guy just pulled out actual notebook to diagram his argument. About cereal. Meanwhile I’m over here struggling to remember if the talus is above or below the calcaneus, and these two are solving the great breakfast mysteries of our time. College is weird, you guys.