Yes, what does that even mean? That life is meaningless? So one must assign artificial resonance to that time you ate bacon or gave that crusty dude a handy at a truckstop? Is Julia Allison actually a nihilist, wrapped in denial, covered in bullshit? Does it even matter? Does anything matter?
Honey, give it up. My grandmother died a couple of months ago at the ripe old age of 91. And do you know what I felt? Relief. Cause homegirl was old and didn’t have much of a life in hospice and she was deteriorating fast and you can tell she was ready to go. So I was relieved that she was able to pass on. So we had a funeral. Celebrated her life. Still think of her fondly and moved on. None of us are doing the Roger Rabbit in our living room. Grow the fuck up.