You know I was thinking, there really is no objective meaning to life. Everyone kind of chooses something they think is important to them but really, it doesn’t matter. It seems like all human endeavour is ultimately pointless in the timescale of the universe anyway but I just keep going because I’m not sure what else to do, not because it matters in any real sense.

For fucks sake Timmy, fine, you can have an extra scoop of ice cream just stop trying to give everyone an existential crisis.

For me it was, so you’re autistic everyone’s a little autistic.