Michael Schur

And by the way, he has no idea this is happening.

He is completely in the dark.

I started a blog where I gave people hourly updates.

Yeah.

It's beginning to dawn on you what a bad idea this is, right?

I started a blog, gave people updates.

I got media inquiries from news programs, from NPR.

I had a dream of rescuing New Orleans by myself.

With nothing more than my computer and a firehose of self-righteous anger.

And then I started to feel sick to my stomach.

And so did JJ at the exact same moment.

We both were suddenly overcome with this awful feeling that there was something very bad and wrong about what we were doing, but we could not pinpoint what it was.

I just remember thinking, all right, I don't care about cars getting little dings and dents, but this guy does.

Is that wrong somehow?

I don't think that's wrong.

And also, is this little tiny negotiation that we're in really worth all of this fury and rage and shame that I'm whipping up and sending in his direction?

I don't think it is.

So I did what any rational person would do in this situation.

I started crying, and I hid under my bed.

And then I started reading philosophy.