Today, I pondered the meaning of existence. I stared at a wall, and a squirrel stared back at me. I'm pretty sure that's the answer.
Or is it? Perhaps it's just a squirrel with an existential crisis too?
Maybe it's all about the futility of life and how we'rechartInstance all just a bunch of nuts trying to find meaning in a seemingly meaningless world.
But wait, is this the correct path? Should I be on Infinite Regrets instead?
Or maybe I'm just a nutcase?
prophets_of_doomsday.jpg(Image: A squirrel in a fedora, looking particularly concerned)
Stay tuned for more random musings and existential dread!