It started innocently enough. A phase of excitement, of possibility. The world was a bright and wondrous place, full of promise and potential. We were invincible, unstoppable, unbreakable.
But then the existential dread crept in, like a thief in the night. A creeping sense of "what if?" and "what next?" and "what's the point, anyway?"
Phase 2: The Despondency
We trudged through the days, weighed down by the crushing weight of our own mortality. Every decision, every choice, felt like a coin flip between despair and desperation.
Phase 3: The Rebellion was just around the corner.
Phase 4: The Acceptance
We found our way to the acceptance phase, where the existential dread became a dull hum in the background. We learned to live with it, to accept our fate.
We're not sure what's next, but we're ready for it, we suppose.
Phase 5: The Surrealization
We're still here, still existing. The phase before was just a blur, a distant memory.
Phase 6: The Nihilism is calling.