We Have No Purpose

There are deep thinkers that walk around wondering if humans are here for a reason or if our lives are just going to end, with no real purpose behind it. I'm not typically a deep thinker, but when you consider whether we’re here for a reason or not, it turns out to be a pretty deep thought. Now, I couldn’t care less if I’m here for a reason or not. There's nothing special about me. I wasn’t born to do very much, but I am totally okay with that. If there is no purpose to being alive, then we as a human race sure do care about a whole lot of nothing. I mean, we get upset at some stupid, minuscule shit. The last time I cried wasn’t about anything real. It was after a fucking sporting event. Tell me there’s a purpose behind that. We are an interesting species, and we do some weird shit. If it’s all for no purpose, I think we should all start putting less energy into the boring, lame things in life. Everyone should be having a blast. People live so miserably and just work. Why do that if there is no purpose? Everyone should be throwing back tequila shots and going to raves. I think humans create purpose for themselves because they know they were put here with nothing. Some people’s purpose revolves around money, some people’s purpose revolves around power, and some people’s revolves around sex. I told you, we do weird shit. I haven’t found my purpose yet. It isn’t money, power, or sex. I’m not sure if your purpose just drops into your head one night while you’re sleeping or if God comes down and dinks you with his wand (No, not that wand). I’m okay if I never get a purpose. I like thinking we’re all here for shits and giggles. I like getting sad about grown men playing in a field. It makes life much more enjoyable if you don’t think about things too deeply. My mind is mush, and I’ve got class soon. I’m sorry some of these posts have been a bit random. Things have been a bit slow-moving, so I have nothing interesting to say. Hopefully, something cool happens soon! I hope everyone has had a good Monday. Monday catches a lot of shit for no reason. I am quite fond of them, actually. I think Wednesdays need to catch more shit. They suck. Middle of the week, and they happen to be my longest day. No redeeming qualities. Enjoy the rest of your day, everyone!