The following may or may not be in any way related to the truth:I was feeling lost and confused and struggling to see the point of it all. So I asked the internet:
Me: What is the meaning of life?
Internet: 42
Me: Shut up. Be serious.
Internet: the meaning of life is that it ends.
Me: well that is cheering to know. So then what is the point of existence?
Internet: Why do you need a purpose to your existence? Are you not satisfied with what existence gives you?
Me: No! And I am the one asking questions here. Is it possible to feel satisfied if you feel like your existence has no purpose?
Internet: Is it possible to be sure you exist if you cannot find your purpose?
Me: Fuck. Now you are screwing with me. Fine. Do I exist?
Internet: DNS server error.
Me: Internet, I hate you so very very much. I ask you again, do I exist?
Internet: If you think you do then you think you do.
Me: how very profound.
Internet: However, we do not have you on any database. To us you do not exist.
Me: But I am asking you stuff right now! You are full of shit. You know what, I am going to kill you now, yes, you heard me. Die internet die!
Internet: We know you don't have the willpower to switch us off, we know you are addicted.
Me: well, you just proved I exist after all. I have to exist to be addicted to you. Now piss off, I am going to play spider solitaire.
(with thanks to Yahoo answers).
