Life, The Universe and Everything.

Is there a greater purpose? What are we actually HERE for?
This is something that I give a moderate amount of thought. Thanks to Douglas Adams, actually. He was a genius, you know. And not just a self proclaimed one, a real one. Probably the kind that gets into MENSA, like my Uncle.

So why? What is the point? What happens, exactly?

Well.
1. We are born. We emerge from our mothers (or fathers... advance in technology and all that shit), screaming, covered in blood and goo and whatnot. This stage of coming into being is tricky; some don't make it at all. Those that do, however, are in for what can basically be called a shit-storm. Life. Whatever.
2. We live. There's a lot of shit in between stages one and three. It's really not worth going into all that much, because we all know what happens. There is toddlerdom; happy, carefree, maybe a scrape or two. Then there's the beginning of school; painting, learning to write etc. Then maybe, you know, the teenage stage; lots of shit goes down in this period of life. Maybe your parents break up, you lose your virginity to someone you barely know, you get drunk, do drugs, get sick, and worry. Worry worry worry. After this is whatever comes after. It depends who you are. Which job? Which man/woman? How many kids? A dog? Or a cat? A house? Travel?
3. Death. It's pretty final. There's nothing to it. Just a slight whip! out of existence that most people wont even notice. In seconds there'll be a dozen other people born in this time of death, more people to take your place, to do exactly what you did.

When you think about it, it's all kinda pointless, but the majority of us do it anyway.

If you're thinking, "oh god, she's going to kill herself", don't. I'm not suicidal, nor am I an "emo", I just think about things, which is something more of you should be doing.

So the meaning? I don't have one.

All I know is that whoever invented something as pointless as life should be shot.

Au revoir :<