User:Gubby/The Meaning Of Life

I've just watched another episode of south park. Some stupid shit about "imaginationland"... is that meant to be funny? It would be if I had some friends to watch it with.

Sometimes it all seems so pointless. Why do anything? On the other hand, why do nothing? Why even worry about whether we should do anything or nothing? Why even ask that? Update on my life: I'm still lonely.

This starts me thinking. Why do we even ask questions? Can't we just accept the fact that we don't know? Shut the fuck up.

I don't know. But for some -- obvious -- reason it's killing me.

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I walked down the street yesterday. The sun burned my skin a little and I felt lightheaded.

I saw people walking by. Were they happy? It didn't really look like that to me. After all, how can you be happy if you don't know why the hell you're here? ... ... Sex maybe?

I saw two people kissing on the underground. But they didn't mean it. They just wanted to show off. I could tell. And boy, did I wish I was him.

Show off? To whom? Why? What for? If in a hundred years they'll all look the same, rotten and decomposed or just ash, ash spread across the cowshit-ridden fields of the world, being eaten by cows who contribute more to global warming than the aeroplanes that ship their meat to the other side of the world so as to take advantage of subsidies. Is it just me or is the proportion way off here? Lucky you're a polititian and people are actually listening to you, changing their ways in the beginning of what will prove a virtuous cycle that will end up saving the world from apocalypse... oh wait. Maybe you should just get a social life?

There's so many problems. Like your social life.

I don't know what I need. Oh yes you do.

Fuck. I agree with you!

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School: what a waste of time. If I knew how to unlock the secrets of the mind I could learn all that crap in a DAY. And besides, didn't all the big businessmen drop out of school? You're avoiding me...

I better drop out of school. Isolation cures all ills!

Oh genius, why do you torment me so? You're acknowledging me now? GREAT. We have some things to talk about: starting with your bathing habits, I --

The lasting pavement of my tormented mind. ... ... ... No comment suffices.

Is this all just a dark comedy? The laughter of the gods? Oh my, how I feel for Van Gogh. The grave, the grave! Never will I be the one to open the lid of darkness and shine the light of wisdom into its haze. LISTEN TO ME, YOU JUST WANT SOME FRIENDS.

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I wonder what would happen if I shot myself.