Snerfflebarglast : Round Two

[smeddley]

 


How do you justify your existence?

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[clare-dragonfly.livejournal.com]

I am in love, and I am loved in return.

[leaper.livejournal.com]

I don't. Other people brought me in, and no one has (successfully) taken me out yet. I didn't perform the action of bringing me into existence, so I don't need to justify it. Everyone else seems to be okay with my existence as no one has adjusted it. So again, justification is not needed.

[penchaft.livejournal.com]

[penchaft.livejournal.com]

Also, if I don't justify my meaningless existence for myself, I'm not sure why I should do so for moos. =P

[tarpo.livejournal.com]

If I wasn't around who would be the person who made all those weird comments that everyone was thinking but didn't have the sense to say out loud? and really.. Doesn't EVERYONE need a little Tarpo in their lives?

I exist becuase the hole left by me would suck

and I got your package yesterday. it reeked of awesomeness

[revoked-soul.livejournal.com]

Well, somebody's got to keep paving that road to hell.

[icecat.livejournal.com]

I don't. Frankly I'm surprised I'm still around!

[a-l-p-h-a-b-e-t.livejournal.com]

In order to justfy why one exists one must know why one exists.

Take me for example. I exist to help bring an important balance to the world, also known as Karma.

To explain, let's say Jane did something nice for/to me. I feel compelled to do something nice for/to her. Once I do, I feel completely satisfied and feel like I've done something right.

Now let's say Dick did something bad to me. I have a very strong desire to do something bad back to Dick. In this case I feel completely justified, and again I feel like I've done something right.

If I did not exist to bring balance to the world, I believe I would not feel good about making a woman out of Jane, or beating the Jebus out of Dick. You cannot argue against doing something that makes you feel good, nor can you argue that if more people believed in Karma, the world would be a much better place...

[tjstein.livejournal.com]

By pointing out that my horny college student parents felt they had to get married in order to get horizontal in the biblical sense. Also, Catholic couple married in summer of love = me in the following spring.

[poskunk.livejournal.com]

I don't, It is in fact the rest of the universe's responsibility to justify itself to me. (On those rare occasions, however, when I do feel the need to "justify" I usually use the justify button on the toolbar in Word).

[cazrolime.livejournal.com]

How do you justify your existence?

Now, I change my mind about this practically daily, whether it's the details I question or the whole darn thing. Most of the time the answer is a sort of wordless, oddly-coloured mass rather than anything intelligable. Right now, though, the reply that immediately pops into my head is: knowledge. Now I put it into words, it sounds... I don't know, kind of presumptuous? But still, my immediate answer is: I exist to learn. Though of course, this is me we're talking about, so the knowledge isn't anything useful: I've got written down somewhere how to find and prepare shellfish in the unlikely event that I pull a Lost and find myself stranded on a seashore with no food supply or cooking equipment. I hoard knowledge for the sake of knowing it, or in case I can work it into a story sometime. It's pretty good, actually, because even if an experience seems to have been very negative or a total waste, I can console myself with the "it's life experience that'll make your writing truer" argument.

...I don't seem to be answering the question very well. Seeing as this is about justifying my existence, I figure it should benefit someone other than myself. Well, I like to make people laugh. And I think that the urge to tell a story is as altruistic as it is selfish: selfish because I hubristically assume that someone wants to read what I pound out, and altruistic because, well, stories are awesome, and can cheer you up or teach you something.

I seem to be clutching at straws a little here, in the justification part. Um, I try to help in little ways, lending if someone needs to borrow or giving a hand with a job or something like that, but I can't think of any one grand and sweeping thing I do that makes the world a better place. I guess I'll have to argue that lots of small things add up, unimpressive as that is. Either that or start to shift my weight a bit more. I should probably be introspective more often, this is useful stuff. :D

...That got long. O_O

[gelsey.livejournal.com]

I keep trying to figure out an answer to this question. I've tried coming up with witty responses, light-hearted ones, but I keep drawing blank.

So, I guess I've decided that serious and honest is the only way I'm going to be able to go.

When I am able to justify my existence--and honestly, I'm not always able to, thus my depressed turns that I get into--I do it by the things and people that I love. Corny and sickenly sweet, I know some will say. Because I have people that I care for and that care for me, I know that people care for me--meaning that my existence matters, which in turn makes me want to exist for them in equal measure.

As for justifying it in other ways, I can only hope that in some small way I've created something, be it writing or whatever, that someone will remember.

So yeah, /horrible justification of my existence. I totally lose at this round.

I'm going to blame it on having to paint ceilings for two days straight. Take that for justification ;)

[nicked-metal.livejournal.com]

I gave up on this question a while ago. After all kinds of mystical explanations for near-death experiences and some pretty entertaining notions about saving the world, I've concluded that my existence is justified by the fact that I exist.

[nakedblueninja.livejournal.com]

That's easy! My self-justification usually goes along the line of:

Well, this clusterfuck's not gonna resolve itself, you know. Besides, I signed up for this shit, unlike everyone else who knew what it entailed. So I'm kinda stuck now.

[happyconfusion.livejournal.com]

By sitting around drinking knock-off starbucks coffee in my pjs and discussing nothing of importance with anyone who will listen - usually my husband or father. I am here for a reason - unknown to me @ the given moment - and figure that I might as well enjoy myself until I figure it out.

[nyarhotep.livejournal.com]