“What, have you been living under a rock?” Kenny asked Ben. The two had not seen each other in some time. Ben seemed to know nothing of the world and how poorly things were going.
“What if I was living under a rock?” Ben shot back. Despite the state of the world, they were sitting outside at a café on a perfect day just before the summer heat engulfed everything.
“If you were living under a rock, I would become a rock flipper,” Kenny said. “I would spend my days searching for your hole in the ground until I could pull you out like a groundhog and make you confront your shadow.”
“What would that do?”
“Bring you back into reality,” Kenny said. “Then you could be part of what makes things better.” Kenny was rather enjoying his turkey sandwich and the gentle breeze rolling up the avenue where they sat.
“So, your contribution to saving the world and turning the tide against the onslaught of bad news and bad actors is to find me?” Ben said, laughing.
“We all need to do our part!”
“Well then, what have you been doing? You say the world is falling apart now. What’s your contribution?” Ben asked.
Kenny sat there for a moment and thought. He read a lot of news. He worried a lot. He spent a lot of time scrolling on his phone, completely paralyzed. Finally, he had to admit it. “I’ve been living under a rock, too. I just get good cell reception.”