I wasn't prepared to think yet! So I got a call...here is how it went.
Me:
*barely functioning* This is
NOLA Gurl, how can I help you?
Person: Hi, NOLA Gurl. This is Ted from (insert customer name).
Me:
*confused* Hi...
(I didn't recognize him as a contact)
Person: *realizing my confusion* I took Bob's place...he's dead
Me:
*suddenly awake* *loss for words* *dammit brain start working* *silence*
Person: I need your help
Me:
*brain reboot* Right, okay. I am, I am so, so sorry to hear that...
Person: *in monotone voice* Well we all get old and then one day we don't get old anymore
Me:
*thinking* WTF?!?!!?
*said* True...
*nervous laugh* Uuuum, so what can I help you with...
I barely caught what he was asking me because I was pondering what he said about
"getting old". I mean there was zero finesse about it but he had a point. What is the meaning of
my life?!?!?!
*hears a whisper* 42. Dammit
Deep Thought, not now!
Side Note: In case you weren't aware or don't feel like thinking (like me right now), "An existential crisis is a moment at which an individual questions the very foundations of their life: whether their life has any meaning, purpose, or value. This issue of the meaning and purpose of existence is the topic of the philosophical school of existentialism"
I need a break...So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish...I've got my towel ready...time to Hitch a ride....I hear there's a great restaurant at the End of the Universe.
I'ma stop now...I have pondering to do.