This feels like my job. 17 years I’ve been there and the amount of times they panic and set impossible deadlines on things that in the end never seem to matter later on is staggering…
That’s because it doesn’t matter to the company, only to the stupid manager who made a stupid promise so they could get a raise.
If nothing matters, then you can choose what matters to you, and if I choose to care about something, then it matters because it matters to me, even if it doesn’t to other people.
It seems like weak minds, such as those religious memes are able to successfully colonize, tend to see meaning coming from external sources higher on their perceived hierarchy than they are.
I feel like this should have been the end credits to the Game of Thrones finale. Actually it should also have been the end credits of the Battlestar Galactica finale as well.
My life story
My brain is on a pendulum swinging back and forth between “nothing matters” and “everything matters”
It mattered to me
Does anything really matter?
We can sight a 1991 study by Hammett and Hetfield which concluded that ‘nothing else matters’, therefore we must conclude that something matters.
