Am I in control of my own decisions and ultimately my destiny if I told myself seven episodes ago that I would turn off Parks & Rec but am still going strong at 4:30am?
If there are no facts, only interpretations of the truth, then can we all agree that I deserve a Bernese Mountain Dog even if there’s a general consensus that I’m unable to take care of it?
Is hope the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of men who have connected with me on Bumble but that I’m never going to contact under any circumstances?
If we all are born and die alone in the universe, then what happens to my Instagram followers after I’m gone?
Is it possible to truly be content without some decent content generation?
Can life be measured by the number of plans I’ve made but bailed on last minute?
Does the regurgitation of clickbait definitively prove the limits of human creativity?
If worldly desire is futile, then why are these lululemon yoga pants literally goals and everything I need right now?