The Meaning of Life...

... is like doing one of those frustrating cryptic crosswords. You know there's an answer. It's just that a) it requires too much thinking to work it out, b) you're never really sure if you've got the right answer, and c) when you find that answer and tell others about it, people think you need to go out and get laid a bit more. Unlike a crossword though, the meaning of life usually doesn't have one single correct answer. So trying to explain it would be as productive as finding the corner of a circle. It would also inevitably end up in one of those philosophical arguments where fancy words such as "absurdism", "utilitarianism" and "post-modernism" get thrown around by people, whilst I just smile and nod and do my best to feign that I have an IQ with three figures in it.

I'm sure there's several variations to whatever it means. I've heard people say that the meaning of life is to do whatever is good for others. Fair enough, but then what if that other person is the second coming of Hitler, Saddam Hussein, Napoleon, and the Cookie Monster combined? Another version of it is simply to live, and keep populating the world. A very pragmatic approach, yes, but then anyone who adopts this version comes across as a horny rabbit on heat that just wants to bonk anything that moves. My favourite is probably the "to love and be loved" purpose to life. Everyone wants to be loved. I like to be loved. Love me. Cuddle me. Hold me. Hold me. Never let me go until you've told me. Told me. What I want to know and then just hold me. Hold me. Make me tell you that I'm in love with you...... No wait, those are just lyrics to a song.

Anyway, the point of all this is to say that for the first time in my life, I feel like I may have found my meaning and purpose, whatever that may be. Hooray!

Just don't ask me to explain what it is, 'coz I wouldn't have the slightest idea where to start.