Existence. The bane of mankind. It allows everyone to do random crazy things that shouldn't really happen, both logically and morally. Unless, of course, there are no such things as morals (coming up soon hopefully), at which point the latter half of that statement is garbage.
So, I'm prone to the occasional existential crisis, most notably on Big Thunder Mountain at Disneyland Paris. This can be a pain, and thankfully, I have been crisis-free for a while. However, it doesn't stop me from having the destructive urge to stop existing (not that I've attempted anything suicidal yet) sometimes. Sometimes, I just wish for it all to go away, and let me avoid all the complicated things involved in living, like feeding yourself, being socially acceptable and keeping a roof over your head. So far, I've only had to attempt to be socially acceptable, but I'm still terrified for when the future comes along and I have to juggle all my responsibilities and attempt to maintain a certain level of happiness.
The future is a dick.
