So I did. And you failed to supply the omitted data.
I so hope we’re talking about the same thing.
i now have a fcuking hedake and an xtra frown wrinkle…thanx a ?z
Did anyone else mistake the thread title for a particularly opaque spam subject header?
Somehow, somewhere, gaudere is laughing his ass off…
Probably by expelling air from his lungs out his mouth and nose in quick bursts.
What was wrong with this bit that you bolded?
Ending a sentence with a preposition.
You want to know why you’re here?
On this mb or on this planet?
I just want some clarification.
Either way, you’re getting homework: go rent and watch Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life.
See if that helps.
If not, put on the latest downer or rage filled CD/download on your iPod, close your eyes and feel the emotion, dude.
If THAT doesn’t do it–go eat large quantities of ice cream.
If you are still morose and not comatose–seek the nearest professional counselor.
Oh, btw: welcome to the real world. There’s not a one among us who hasn’t thought the thoughts you’re thinking (well, maybe not the Tupac bit). It’s called becoming an adult.
Sucks, no?
But we’ll always have Paris.
PS-you’ll get further in life if you punctuate!
I have a thought for i have the ?z. Have you explored your spiritual self? Whether or not you were brought up in a religious household, exploring your own spirituality may do much to answer your questions. A lot of people (not me, but a lot) find purpose in religion. Think about it.
i have the ?z, if you havn’t abandoned us yet, let me assure you that you are not alone. I remember (“Oh lord, there he goes again”, ::everyone looks at watch:: “time to split, there’s a…turkey, yeah a turkey in the oven”) I remember the first time I had that feeling, it was when I was 12. To this day I can’t tell you exactly what that feeling is but, for me, it went away when I was 27 and held my son for the first time. I looked in his eyes, saw my own and silently wept. That was 9 years ago. I still don’t have the answers but when I look into his eyes I still get the feeling that 11/19/96 was the day I made peace with the inner burden of ?z and was able to look forward and focus on life. I don’t know if this is the right answer for you, everyone has a different path, but I do hope you find what you are looking for before I did, don’t wait 10 years to do it.
Man we’re a bunch of ol’ coots aren’t we?
It’s followed by a run-on sentence. Rambling, as it were…
?z,
As many people have said here, those questions you have are really part of your age. You are no longer a child and aren’t really an adult yet. You look at the adult world and wonder what they hell they are thinking and how they screw everything up.
At your age, I felt the same way. I thought my parents were morons and I thought that I needed to find out more about myself. I messed up in college and got kicked out. I joined the Army. That made me grow up in ways that I never could have imagined. I learned responsibility, respect, self-confidence and discipline.
When I got out, I was no longer the lazy, dope-smoking, trouble-making, womanizing, disrespectful kid I had been, YMMV. I went back to school while working full time. Met a wonderful woman, fell in love and got married.
Answers come with time and experience. Along the way I have learned that I may not be destined to save the world or cure cancer, but that I am a great father, loving husband, good friend, reliable employee, fair boss and generally a decent person. I’m never going to be famous or wealthy, but I have a wife who loves me and I love her back. My kids are happy to see me (except when they are in trouble). That is all the wealth and fame I need. I have also discovered that my parents are suddenly wiser than they were when I was 17! :wally
Growing up is hard. You are not alone. J.D. Salinger immortalized your plight in “Catcher in the Rye.” Give yourself time. It took me a while to realize just who I was. Today I am 40 (and I do mean today. This is my big 4-0 day) and am happy with the man I have become. You’ll find the same will happen to you.
Pedantic nitpicking like that, I’ve had enough of.
Errant nonsense, up with which I shall not put.
Hey, I’m not a guy you need to quote Churchill at.
Get a room, you two. 
Things will simply fall into place and make sense once you understand this simple fact…
The Answer is 42.
There, doesn’t that make it all make sense now?
I am disappointed.
An angst-filled young man comes to you for insight and advice. And what does he get for his trouble? Wisdom? Understanding? Even a little mentoring?
No.
Ridicule, sarcasm and a lecture on spelling, punctuation and sentance structure. Only a few, a very few, can look past this and attempt to speak to the confussion expressed. Someone on the nexus between childhood simplicity and soul-searching self examination looks to some of the best minds it has been my privledge to know and this is what he finds.
Many here will not like this. That’s unfortuate.
I would have expected better.
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