Thursday, October 25, 2012

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?

1 comment:

  1. I like this. You put a very, very informal spin on solipsism (kinda) and my own philosophy as everyone being one. In this case, you are the center of your universe (as I believe so as well, except I am actually the center so you're wrong here :P) because you are the one who is conscious, and obviously you were chosen to have this consciousness. So there.

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