Philosophy and Existence Indeed

"How do you see life?"
"I see life as a romantically cynical adventure because I'm a romantic cynic."
He quivered momentarily with self-appreciation.
"How do you see life?" he asked.
"As something one lives," I answered, deciding against saying "with my eyes".
"And you call me a socialite," he said bitterly.
I nodded slowly.
"Now if you'll excuse me," he said, "I must go fuck a higher being."