Chapter 1920 - Trouble Searching

A person could be content with their car… a person could be content with their job. F*ck, a person could even be content about their height or their eye color! Being content was a measurement, whether or not he was 'content' as a general statement was a nothing burger of an question. It was like asking someone, "How's your day been." Were they supposed to stop you based off an ordinary morning greeting and suddenly tell you how horrible their day had been? No, you simply nodded and said, "Not bad, not bad, how about you?"