Today I will ask the question that everyone (at least everyone educated to the point of being able to read understand this text in the first place) will have asked him/her-self at least once: What the fuck am I doing here?

If you pressed ‘more’ expecting to see a full thesis on the meaning of life, you’ll be disappointed; I know better than to tackle that touchy subject. Instead, I will show you people that, despite not knowing the purpose of life, still fail miserably. Sounds logically impossible? You fail.

• Anyone above 120 seasons of age that does clerk work in retail. I am referring to those almost-elderly men and women re-stocking the shelves at your local supermarket, or those 40-year old women taking your order at MacDonals/Burger King/wherever you poison yourself. When the robots come, these people, and I’m using the term ‘people’ loosely here, will be the first to go.
• Anyone with a fat percentage above 20% or 25% for men and women respectively. These are the percentages where most biologists agree that one leaves the realm of respectable weight and enters the zone of fatties. Yes, I know far too well how tempting modern society is, but for the love of god, show some self-control.
• Anyone who fails elementary level logic. Par example; ‘God exists because the bible says so. And of course the bible is real because it is the word of God. Never mind the [petitio principii] fallacy, my faith will shield me from this!’.
• Anyone who’s name starts with a Z.

Now I can’t resist answering the question posed in the title. The answer is very simple, yet undesirable for many people, as many are either stupid or weak-minded individuals; there is no purpose of life. Life merely exists. We humans are the only known beings in the universe capable of attaching a vague concept as ‘meaning’ to an equally vague concept as ‘life’. Life is what you make of it. You are the one that has to give it a purpose, if you do not, you’ll end up in the list above.

In other news, the answer to Life just came out, it turns out to be 42, my bad.

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