I had one of those weird moments the other day. You know the kind where you wake up next to a sheep and realize that you can't remember it's name and have to hurry to get the hell out of the apartment before it wakes. Then you realize that it's your apartment. There's clipping shears next to the bed and your blanket is warmer and you have a new sweater.
Wild.
Actually, it was one of those moments where you have an epiphany about the fact that nothing we (humans) do matters. We only work to fill time, and by filling time we gain money to live comfortably before we die. I guess if we didn't have this, then we would all go insane, nothing would get done. However, it's still fucked up. Our meaningless jobs. Take a doctor even. Their job is to make you better...for what? To live longer and do insignificant things. So does that make them insignificant?
Who knows. What a rambling piece of crap aye?
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Your thought has merit, albeit borderlne nihilism. Which I try to subsrcribe to on a daily basis.
Did you know they have nihilist chewing gum? I'm not kidding you. I have a pack, got it for christmas last year. The label is, "We do not believe in flavor"
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