As I sat in my favorite armchair, contemplating the meaninglessness of life, I realized that the line between Existentialism and Nihilism is thinner than I thought. In fact, it's almost as thin as the line between my favorite armchair and the one that's been taken over by my cat, Mr. Whiskers.
Existentialism is like being in an infinite loop of 'what if?'s. It's like trying to find the answer to the ultimate question, but ending up lost in a sea of possibilities. It's like...