“Yeet”, exclaimed the proud Reddit user, with his 35mm film camera and water-resistant Casio wrist watch by his side.

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I do not profess to know anything about engineers. But then again, does anyone, really? Apart from being resolute sexual deviants, what even are they?

“Yeah, right. Ok.”, we reply politely, as the fourth year engineering student, and Counter-Strike mad lad, recounts his knowledge of his Honda Civic’s internal combustion engine.

“Did you see my new socks, haha?”, he continues, gesturing to the Avocado-themed apparel that stretches up to his shin. “Oh, nice, haha”, you reply, thinking how the fuck to get out of this conversation.

In saying all this, I admit that perhaps there will come a day where I am in need of an engineer in my life. Say if I want a bridge to be built or a chrome to be installed or a kettle to be boiled or a mine to be mined. If that day does come, I will happily take back all the things I’ve said about them.

Until then, please don’t ever talk to me.

No more to come.