Alpha goes to a career counselor to become a career counselor to guide Bravo to become a career counselor to guide Charlie
“I don’t know what to do with my life.”
“Have you considered telling other people who don’t know what to do with their lives what to do with their lives?”
you die, you meet god and god says ‘you have to go back, you have a mission’
and you’re like 'oh what mission?’
and god says 'to help other people’
'to do...?’
’their missions :>’
'which is…’
'to…help…other…people’ (you start speaking in sync now, because you see where this is going) 'to do their mission…which is to help…other people…to do their mission…which is…to help other people to do their mission which is to help other people do their mission which is to help other people to do their mission which is to help–’
you speak faster and faster, it’s been 5 hours, and the words have settled into a steady rhythm, a sonic hell of inescapable meaninglessness. your brain bifurcates like a dolphin asleep. half the brain continues to chant mindlessly, the other half searches frantically within for something – anything – to break this dystopian chain and you blurt out: 'TO BAKE BREAD!!’