One late afternoon in June, I arrived home from work, my last day on the job. The company had just fired me. The boss told me they needed team players and couldn’t tolerate the anti-social stuff I spouted off too often. He said “Get your belongings together, visit human services for your final check and get out. It wasn’t the first time somebody fired me. From past experience, I should have considered the ending the start of a new journey.
After a rough day at the office, I walked into my apartment, turned on the TV and plopped down on the couch. I felt completely demoralized from dealing with irrational people and power-hungry corporate bureaucrats. I sadly concluded that my dedication to logic and reason meant nothing to these reality evaders. Even worse, I would have to deal with them tomorrow. Incredibly, I had no idea I would soon become a Reluctant Objectivist.