Some people just suck:

“I don’t work. I’m a trust-fund baby,” she said, with a nice mix of self-deprecation and not-too-much self-deprecation. What did she do today? “Got up at noon. Farted around. Made corn on the cob. Went to buy a shirt. Came to Ritual.”

Her laptop was open; she was reading about careers in psychology. Why pick a career? I asked. It’s a question that asserts itself after several days among those with daytime freedom. If you have a trust fund, I asked, why not keep farting around and making corn on the cob?

“I’m bored.”