I was only 18 years old

I loved economics so much, I had all the notes and past papers

I study economics every night before bed, thanking it for the socially efficient economic equilibriums I’ve been given

“Economics is love” I say; “Economics is life”

My dad hears me and calls me a filthy capitalist

I know he was just jealous of my more efficient market outcomes

I called him a layman

He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep

I’m crying now, and my face hurts

I lay in bed and it’s really cold

Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me

It’s the Free Market

I am so happy

He whispers into my ear “This is the most efficient allocation of society’s scarce resources.”

He grabs me with his Invisible Hand

I’m ready

I remove all trade restriction and tariffs

He penetrates my domestic market

It hurts local firms so much but I do it for the Free Market

I can feel my import expenditure increasing as my balance of payment worsens

I let the expansionary monetary policy kick in

I want his comparative advantage

He roars in a mighty roar as he dumps cheap imports all over my domestic market

My dad walks in

The Free Market looks him straight in the eyes and says “It’s all capitalism now.”

The Free Market leaves through my window

Economics is love. Economics is life