Acute soreness is radiating throughout my upper body right now, from my neck down through my fingers. This is what happens when you havenโt done pull-ups in a year and decide to do 20 of them on a random Tuesday morning โ and, it must be noted, the weight youโre pulling up is not insignificant.
Iโm sure I made things worse by raising my hand so damn much in Psych Theories class later that same evening. ๐๐ผโโ๏ธ๐๐ผโโ๏ธ๐๐ผโโ๏ธ๐๐ผโโ๏ธ๐๐ผโโ๏ธ๐๐ผโโ๏ธ๐๐ผโโ๏ธ๐๐ผโโ๏ธ๐๐ผโโ๏ธ๐๐ผโโ๏ธ
We were discussing existentialism, and if thereโs anything Iโm intensely passionate about, itโs the inherent futility of life and all its attendant anxiety!
The idea that we are doomed to wander the planet alone, busying ourselves with punishing workouts and monotonous workdays in a search for purpose, knowing all the while that weโre just marching toward the ultimate nothingness of the graveโฆwell, this is something thatโs been rolling around in my head since childhood.
Between episodes of โMuppet Babies,โ playing dress-up with my American Girl doll and writing/illustrating stories about talking ladybugs, Iโd occasionally get sucked up in the existential vacuum and go swirling around in the infinite abyss for a while. What kid doesnโt?
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