I am now employed!

Let's hope that they won't drug test me.

When Tom and I were going drunk gambling at Mystic Lake, the local casino, we got into an argument about meaning on the bus. He argued that human beings have no meaning from an objective point of view. I argued that that argument is only objective from his point of view, which is subjective. I also said that our lives do have meaning, because even if we do create it for ourselves, (i.e., tell ourselves that our lives have meaning) that is meaningful because we live in a subjective reality. Even though I was drunk and Tom was not, he conceded the argument. However, I'm pretty sure he thinks that life has no meaning.

I think that meaning stems from falling in love. As long as there is someone who values you and someone who you value, meaning exists. Selfish people are those who truly lead meaningless lives.