Me: God, what’s my purpose in life?
God: Well, you don’t have one.
Me: What do you mean?
Me: You have many purposes. I created you to do billions of little things, just like everyone else.
Me: But don’t I have an overall purpose?
God: No.
Me: That sucks.
God: Let’s call you, ‘He who is responsible for doing an assemblage of tasks under the moniker of Brooks.’
Me: Really?
God: Yes.
Me: Wow, I’m special after all.

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