When I’m unhappy, I feel like I’m doing life wrong. I’d rather be happy. But is happiness the point of life, or is there more to it? If I pursue happiness, mine first then for those around me, is that selfish? But if there’s a bigger purpose, then what about people with Alzheimer’s or dementia who can’t recall recent experiences or make plans?
Just my luck, the only objective purpose in life doesn’t work as a gay guy. I’m going to try the destroying jobs thing instead.
You can still pass on your memes!
It’s fun! And it pays well. Get your engineering or comp sci degree and give me a call.