This past weekend, I went to a wedding in Scranton for my fiancé’s childhood friend, who happens to be a lawyer. When we arrived at the reception, we anticipated we would be seated at Table 7 with the Baltimore folks.
But when we checked our seating card, we were at Table 17. When we made our way to our seats and introduced ourselves to our tablemates, we quickly realized why we were seated at Table 17: it was the “lawyer” table.
We sat with the groom’s law school and work friends, along with their spouses. Everyone was a lawyer, with the exception of one poor fellow. While the rest of us rambled on and traded war stories, the non-lawyer listened patiently and feigned interest in depositions and judicial nominations.
This phenomenon starts in law school. When I went out with classmates, sometimes their boyfriends or girlfriends would tag along, only to find they had nothing to contribute to our conversations. And they certainly didn’t find it funny when one of us took their seat, claiming adverse possession.
It seems that while we gained a legal education, we lost the ability to socialize like normal humans. Of course, it’s only natural to talk about what we spend a huge part of our lives doing, especially amongst comrades. But for our own sanity – and the sanity of our non-lawyer mates – we should make a point to keep it brief (no pun intended)!