Whoa, bro, funny story about that! Me and Xyler were initially trying to sign up in a class for “psychedelic rock,” but accidentally stuck ourselves in “philosophical rock.” Which was trippier than expected, man!
There wasn’t even music involved! The teacher dude just had a pet rock!
But the rest is history, brah—or rather, philosophy. We learned tons there! We’re talkin’ Dostoevsky, we’re talkin’ Bakhtin, we’re talkin’ Freud (okay, that lesson was kinda whacked up)…But in all of that, we did have a far out unit on existentialism!
Turns out, the meaning of life isn’t to flaunt your extreme hunkiness—which is usually the answer to everything!
If we had to pick the most rad existentialist, we’d probably go with Albert Camus. The guy was a playwright, a philosopher, and a soccer player! How do you go wrong with that, bro?
And best of all, he’s got some words of wisdom, totally applicable to this bogus reality check crisis: “You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.”
So in the end, I guess we both just gotta go with the flow and find our own joy in reality, huh? Happiness, here we come—
Wait, no spontaneous dance parties?
No radical synthesized background music?
AND ALL OUR BACK-BREAKING LEGAL TRAINING WAS, LIKE, FOR NOTHING?!