Macroeconomics (to me) is the first stall in a public restroom. It's the better-than-you step-sister. It's the stench of the fish aisle at the super market. It's wanting to wear a skirt but not wanting to shave. It's the guy that doesn't give up his seat on the bus for the elderly lady holding groceries. It's having a stocked fridge but not knowing how to cook. It's knowing how to parallel park perfectly until your friends are in your car. It's like getting caught in the rain while riding a bike. It's like, "let me ride this bike into traffic to see if it affects the helmet market."