I was standing outside today thinking to myself, "what the hell am I doing with my life" when suddenly I was cornered by three old women. They are all neighbors, one of them has no teeth on the top-left side of her mouth, and the other two spend all day sweeping up trash on the street.
"What are you doing?" they asked me.
"Going to the post office to send these" I said as I showed them the four postcards I had in my hand.
"Oh, you need an envelope for these!" one woman exclaimed.
The conversation went from there. All three women went back and forth discussing whether or not it was necessary that I put the postcards in envelopes. I continued with my insistence that there was no need for an envelope, but two of the three women wouldn't hear it.
Each day has been a struggle lately as I can't do anything without wondering, "to what end?" How can I be expected to go out and exercise when sitting in the bathtub for hours on end reading feels so much better? Exercise? For what? A longer lifespan? Why? I feel fine as I am.
Ultimately, would I lead a more fulfilling existence if if I had so little on my mind that envelopes were enough to render me fully engaged?
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