I woke up today with an existential dread so thick it felt like I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty. Like, what even is the point of it all? Is it to eat more cheese? Because let's be real, that's the answer.
See also: Depression Day 2/28/2022 - The Cheese SolutionToday, I scrolled through my feeds and saw 17 hours worth of cat videos. I thought, "Is this what it means to be alive?" And then I realized I'm just a cog in a machine designed to serve algorithms, and I'm just here to be sold ads.
See also: The Great Algorithmic OverlordsI asked myself, "What is the purpose of it all?" And the answer was, "To exist in a state of mild anxiety while wondering if anyone even cares." But seriously, is this the meaning of life? Asking existential questionsประก in a void?
See also: The Existential Dread of Not Existing in a Void