I have the sneaking suspicion that someone, somewhere, once figured out the meaning of life and, in a giggling fit of mischevious irresponsibility, forgot it. Sometimes I feel like maybe that was me.
I try not to succumb to this kind of quasi-existentialist brain wanking often, but when it happens it happens, so bear with me for a moment.
As near as I can tell, there’s nothing really that I need to do here on this planet except be a decent person and have a decent time. I’m not terribly picky, so that’s fine with me, but it’d be nice to get some feedback once in a while, you know? Something like the big boss at the end of the level to tell me that I have just grown a little bit more as a person, or at least that I’ve stomped the heads of a bunch of meandering turtles and got the powerup.
I guess what I’m saying is that I’m generally happy, and me and the universe seem to have come to a tentative agreement that I won’t mess with it and it won’t mess with me, but I keep feeling that I’m missing something important. Like maybe while I’m sitting here not messing with things, someone else is showing the universe a thing or two about badassery and getting away with it, and that someone should be me.
In short, like everyone else, I’m looking for something but I don’t quite know what it is I’m looking for, exactly, except that:
- It’s exciting.
- It’s fun.
- It has at least one blue LED.