ExistentialismImagine you're in a bookstore and there's a yuppie in the line in front of you.
The yuppie reaches the register and the register slave says: 'Would you like a bag with that?' And the Yuppie says: 'Um, no, actually… yes, I probably should. No, no, wait, hang on, maybe not. No! Shit, actually, Jesus, yes.'
Then the yuppie will, to cover the embarrassingly obvious fact that he/she is an indecisive piece-of-shit, say: 'Sorry, having an existential dilemma.'
I get rather upset at this particular brand of clean shoed, Ikea consuming, marketing graduate, wit because I'm guessing they wouldn't actually know the truly Godless black-spin-mind-fuck-fission of existentialism if it turned into a thousand frequent-flyer points and scored them a window seat on a plane headed straight up the cavernous ass of death itself.
Or maybe they would, but anyway that's not my point. Here's my point:
Modern thought can easily break your mind, and probably your heart. That's a fact. And then afterwards, if you'r