As we all know, the meaning of life is a bit of a puzzle. Some say it's to eat pizza, others claim it's to watch cat videos. But I, Steve, have cracked the code. It's to fold laundry.
Think about it, folks. Folding laundry is the ultimate metaphor for existence. We toil away, trying to smooth out the wrinkles, only to have them reappear like the inevitability of life's problems.
And don't even get me started on the socks. Like the existential crisis that never ends, they vanish in the wash, only to reappear as a solitary, lone sock, haunting us with the memories of what could have been.
But wait, it gets better! Folding laundry is also a reminder of our mortality. We are but temporary, ephemeral beings, like the crumpled up tissue that we try to smooth out, but ultimately, it's just a futile exercise.
So, join me on this journey of self-discovery, as we delve into the abyss of Steve's folding philosophy. Explore the depths of our collective despair, and maybe, just maybe, we'll find meaning in the folds.
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