The joke isn't on me. The joke is that you're still running on a hamster wheel, and you’re mad that I got off to sit in the shade. Note: This is a stylistic exercise written in the voice of the counter-argument implied by the title. The views expressed are for creative/satirical purposes only.
But here’s the secret they don’t want you to know: I’ve stopped playing a game I never agreed to.
The Quiet Hum of the Unplugged Clock
You call it "beta." I call it "unplugged." You call it "sexless." I call it "finally quiet enough to hear myself think."
My advice? Let the wolf fight for the bone. I’ll take the quiet hum of my own apartment. I’ll take the novel I actually finish. I’ll take the bank account that grows because I’m not trying to impress a woman who views my nervous system as a toy.