Every 

British

person that he knew complained about the 

weather

back home. Most of the year was cold, wet, and gray. He couldn't know for sure, since he had never been there, and had not even bothered to ever verify this account by checking the weather of that small island. If his British friend told him that it was such a way back home, then he was inclined to believe them.

This is how he liked to live his life. Unlike the information hungry, he didn't enjoy looking stuff up. He would rather listen to an account from a person he brushed shoulders with in physical life, and he knew that the information would be much more biased and inaccurate, however he didn't mind these faults.

The point wasn't to obtain accurate information, but rather to collect perspectives. He had no clue why.

Thus the 

internet

bored him. Those around him seemed to get a kick out of doing deep dives on topics and people online... vast 

information

right at their fingertips. However this didn't appeal to him at all. The same story he might've been on the edge of his seat for from across the table from a friend at a cafe would put him to sleep when found in the internet. Even if the latter source was a better version of the story in all ways, which it usually were.

People in real life had worse stories than the internet. They seemed to be less smart and less interesting, when judged objectively. How could you compete with people who had founded billion dollar businesses, won olympic medals, and even murdered people? Most people he met in real life didn't do much interesting things. They went to work. They went to the 

grocery store

. They sometimes lifted weights and once in awhile they would take a trip somewhere and eat nice food. But overall, from an objective point of view, they had nothing interesting to say.

And this is why he was fascinated by how interesting they were. Some man might be telling him of how he was trying to find a taco truck last Wednesday, only to find out that that taco truck had not been in business for a year now. The person telling him might be some Iranian jewelry dealer who would then recommend him to check out a burrito shop down the street. Stories such as this delighted him.

Knowing that he loved stories, his friend one day introduced him to somebody she knew. This person was a particularly interesting person on paper. He was a 9 figure 

millionaire

, and had travelled the world and wore expensive watches. He also fought MMA and on the side, for fun, was a therapist for rich people.

"Sure, I'd love to meet him," he told his friend.

She set the afternoon up. They were to meet at a tapas bar in 

Westcity

.