Laughing Boy Comics

Sometimes I just sit and wonder whats the point of it all. Not so much a “I wish i was dead” thinking. Not at all. But just a more of why am I here feeling. And not even what is the point of life because that involves just too many people and I don’t have time to really care about all of them. I’m just talking straight up about me. Why am I here doing whatever it is that I’m doing right now? Why do I get such excitement over little things that really mean nothing and then care so little about stuff that should mean a lot? I wonder why do I even need a job. I don’t want one but I need the money. But what do I need money for? Mostly for stupid things I could do without. Although I wish I could win the huge lotto and never have to worry about responsibilities again. And of course buy all the stupid stuff I could want. I’d really like to just travel I think. All around the world and have different little experiences to well, just experience I guess. I know I don’t save money well but what does it all matter if in the end I can look back and say I had a fulfilling life and regret nothing. I’d rather have that then nothing to talk about in my old age but my pile of savings and my poop bag hanging off the side of my wheel chair. I think that even though I am very confused about my life, I very much enjoy the path of doing things to try and figure it all out. Maybe one day I’ll understand all of it. And if not I’m sure I will have some cool stories and some really odd tattoos in the end.