What Gives My Life Meaning or something of the sort

There's a bunch of music posters in here, maybe I should write about that? And I do own over 400 CD's. There's some artwork? Movie references? A surprising amount of Star Wars paraphernalia (I spelled that right the first time, be proud of me). A well stocked vanity table (which is less than shocking, let's be honest). I'm looking for inspiration and listening to old Zombies 45's. There are a lot of comic books in here. And woah! LOOK AT THOSE BOOKS. Oh man, that's my old sticker collection. Wow, that has not been cleaned in a while. I love this purse! Where did I find an Einstein bobblehead?

Just kidding, this question isn't hard. I find meaning in being so awesome for other people to experience. I mean, if there wasn't a ME, I don't know how the proverbial YOUs could go on. I find meaning in being me, because there is no alternative. What would you do if I wasn't here? My meaning is in filling other lives with my overflowing awesomeness. And what could be more honorable?

"How Do You Know What You Know?"

I'm posting this with almost no time left because this question is too complicated. How do you attack the most complex question except "Why?" in a blog post? I've been thinking about this since 6th period Philosophy yesterday, and have arrived at the conclusion that I can't. I can't tell you how I know what I know. The classic example of how-you-know-the-stove-is-hot is boring. But I guess you can't know that the stove is hot because it was last time, because it's not always hot. So you have to touch it every time or you can't be certain. But the bit of uncertainty is not generally worth the burn, so you have to assume that the same actions will produce the same results every time, but that could not be true.

I've been thinking about this since 6th period Philosophy yesterday, and suddenly understand why so many of the world's great thinkers have been reclusive or drowned themselves in alcohol.