What’s the point of life, anyway?
What IS the point of our small, useless lives, anyway? I have thought and thought, and I still can’t come up with a satisfactory answer. Sometimes I feel like I am becoming an agnostic or even an atheist, because I can’t always fathom some larger “entity” giving a crap about what we little insignificant creatures do or think. We cannot possibly be that important in the scope of things. Or maybe that’s just my own self speaking. I feel like I am so insignificant and tiny and belittled that it wouldn’t even matter if I was here or not. No one would even blink an eyelash if I suddenly wasn’t there, except maybe to wonder where their dinner or clean laundry was, or why the cat litter is smelling so bad, and isn’t there usually someone around who handles that kind of unpleasant stuff? And to think I don’t even have the semi-respectable title if “wife” to go along with my drudgery duties, rendering me even more invisible. It’s 10:45 pm. Corey isn’t here. Again. And no one seems to want to hire me, or even to bother to call me back to TELL me they don’t want to hire me. Maybe I really AM invisible. As well as being a complete weenie. Bleh.
