Also, I desperately need to know why everything is futile and no one seems to care.
most things are futile and nobody cares because for most people, the process is the goal. i.e. people only care about continuing the process, no matter whether it leads to any meaningful results or not. and that’s why they don’t care whether there’s meaningful results either.
To channel some absurdism (usually attributed to Camus, but I don’t think he ever said it), “The meaning life is whatever is stopping you from killing yourself at the moment.”
Say what you will, but my evolved, neurodivergent, autistic brain is perfectly adapted to this overstimulated work life.
Also, I desperately need to know why everything is futile and no one seems to care.
Ah well. Back to work!
The futile
The futile
It outlives the beautiful
The futile the futile the futile so
I’m eating rat poison for dinner
Pull the chord from the phone
I am dining alone
most things are futile and nobody cares because for most people, the process is the goal. i.e. people only care about continuing the process, no matter whether it leads to any meaningful results or not. and that’s why they don’t care whether there’s meaningful results either.
This life is what you get. It’s up to you what you make of it. Looking to external sources for “sense” or “meaning” is a fool’s errand.
To channel some absurdism (usually attributed to Camus, but I don’t think he ever said it), “The meaning life is whatever is stopping you from killing yourself at the moment.”
Your cart is before your horse.
In front of?
Yeah
Edit: it means the same thing in this context
Meaning is what you make of it.
It’s as corny as it is true.