Me, clueless and pondering ^^^Boredom's a funny thing. Like a dull cardboard box containing a working time machine, there's certainly more to this ugly state of mind than meets the eye.
For instance, today I was lying on my sofa. A Mystery Hunters re-run was showing on the Telebox, whilst my little brother was getting excessively frustrated at not being able to slay the dragon on Oblivion - almost frothing at the mouth with anger. Any good brother would tend to that, and slay that virtual, lizardy bitch with ease, but I... was elsewhere.
I began, once again, to consider the nature of existance, the purpose of why we're here.
Sure, once could say it's to make the lives of others happier, but doesn't that simply equate us to a glorified ant colony?
Is something 'feeding' off of the comfort and happiness we provide to one-another?
Did that 'something' place us here with this precise purpose, like a biological-emotional factory to fuel it's own existance?
If so, what is the purpose of THAT being's existance?
And on-and-on my train of thought ran, unti-*THWACK!*
The little brother slaps me on the ankle with a slipper, followed by - 'Damn it Waad! I can't kill this bloody dwagon, you said you'd help me!'
That's 10 minutes on the naughty step, a very bloody bunch of megabytes, and a yet-deeper insight into one possible branch on the tree of existance. Also, my ankle hurts :'(
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