I came to the realization last night as I was rolling around in bed trying to get comfortable, that in the long run, the fact that I don't have a social life any more does not matter. Think about it, how many of the so-called "friends" you hang around with in high school are you actually going to remember? You people who I see every week day are just blips on the time line of my life. What difference does it make if I never go out any more? After high school I'm going to college where I'll meet new people, and after I graduate from there and go into the working world, I'll meet new people again. That whole "Best Friends Forever" crap, is exactly that. Crap.
Why don't you be a tad more cynical, hmm?
Yes, Vladimir. Because you're the exact person I need telling me I'm cynical. And you know what? I don't think there's anything cynical about this. It's called truth. How many of your friends do you remember from high school?
Oh yeah.
Regardless, It struck me last night that none of us matter. Not even just in the social aspect, but period. We have no purpose. We're born, we do things, we die. Humans are fickle; we can forget old friends and make new ones in a matter of days. We can go from having a perfectly thought-out plan for our lives to having all of it fall to pieces. We can be happy one minute, and sad the next. And then happy all over again. God must be laughing pretty damn hard at what humanity has evolved into.
If you're suddenly so content to be a hermit for the rest of your life, then why are your hands glued to your keyboard 24/7?
Because I'm a stupid human too. But I'd rather be dropped by random people in the cyber universe than real people.
I don't even know if that relates to what I just said.
God, I've even stooped to creating imaginary gay boys to keep my company through blogs when no one else seems to talk to me. But I'm willing to bet that I won't even remember them in the future. So it seems as though they don't matter either. Does anything matter any more? Does any thing have value? If something is deemed useless or even boring, it's thrown away. It doesn't matter.
Nothing really seems to matter to us anymore.
All of this internal thinking and whatnot has led me to this one question that for the life of me I can't answer. Do I serve any kind of purpose? Do I have any sort of reason to be here? Is there a reason that I was put on this earth? I'll be forgotten over and over again as I get older, and I'll forget people too. So why the hell are we here?
Open for discussion. I'm genuinely curious about what you people think.
