Day 78: Is That All There Is?

As I edge my way toward nonfatosity and unsuicidalness, I find myself drawing closer and closer to pointlessnessitude. I am overcome, these days, with that old Peggy Lee ennui, and often lie in bed at night wondering, "Is that all there is?"

At the risk of sounding sophomoric, let me ask you -- What is the point? We're animals, of course, so part of it has to be just plain old survival. We gotta eat, drink, sleep and perpetuate the species. Yeah well, I got the eat, drink and sleep parts down cold -- trust me. And so far I've perpetuated twice. But as far as I can tell, that and a nickel would buy me a tablespoon of coffee.

Some would say that having kids and raising them to be good adults is the point. But if you're just raising something whose entire point is to raise something whose entire point is to raise more somethings who are just there to repeat the process, then the "point" is a self-perpetuating cycle of... well, survival. It's like saying "the point is the point." Which, of course, is pointless.

Then there's the people who take every question they can't answer -- "Why are we here?" "Where did we come from?" "What's going to happen to us after we die?" "How did Adam Sandler get to be such a big star?" -- and they sweep them into a big pile they call "God." For them the point is to not only get into heaven, but to drag as many people along with them as they possibly can by annoying the hell out of them. These folks, of course, are crazy...........(more tomorrow)