It was a Tuesday. Like any other Tuesday. Except this Tuesday, everything was different.
You woke up, stared at the ceiling, and wondered: 'Is this the day the existential crisis finally consumes me?'
Little did you know, the answer is 'Yes'. The crushing weight of existence, the meaninglessness of it all, the impending doom of your own insignificance... it's all too much.
But don't worry, it gets worse. Much worse. Like, did you know that the existential dread of modern life is now a Chapter Four: The Futility of Purpose? Yeah, that's a real thing. And it's a doozy.
You can't escape the void. It's like, literally everywhere. Like, have you ever walked down a street and thought, 'Wait, what's the point of this street? What's the purpose of this sidewalk? Is it just leading nowhere?'
Don't worry, it's not all bad. You're not alone. There's a The Void Squad, a support group for those who've finally surrendered to the abyss.
So, take a deep breath, and step into the void. It's not the end of the world... yet. But it's definitely a start.