Excuse Me, But Why Are You Here Again?
So suppose someone walks up to you and asks you what you’re here for. What do you say?
There are reasons why we might at least feel that it’s necessary to justify our existence. Some are certainly more important than others.
I suppose that in some ways, it’s another way of asking about the meaning of life.
Does anyone think they know?

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At first glance I thought it was going to be a customer service or work vent.
I’m usually somewhat flippant with questions of that nature, unless it’s a close friend. At this point I would probably respond with a promise to let them know as soon as I figure it out for myself or possibly a smug reply of “42.”
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