If I were an alien from outerspace looking down on planet Earth, I would be laughing my alien head off. What are these creatures doing and what is the meaning of their existence? That is what I would be asking them. As I look through my day planner for 2006 I think that what I am doing with my life lacks meaning. What does it mean to grab dinner with a friend, to eat brunch together, to do this same thing day after day after day. I have written down hundreds of places that I have eaten in nyc and now I must think to myself - who cares? Work, various hobbies and forms of entertainment, and it's really just the same old shit. Perhaps those who live in the upper echelon of life may justify their existence more. At least they don't have to deal with the sameness of more ordinary lives. Or do they? What is the point of our existence? Why do we get up each morning, reborn, to experience a day that we shall lose forever and most likely forget forever. What is the point of routine? What is the point of laundry, and movies, and eating...

Perhaps this will all come clearer when I find something that is worth living for. I am not depressed, I have friends and family in my life, I am just searching for something more..