thursday night existential crisis.
No, my friend. You’re not having an existential crisis. You’re on Tumblr on a Thursday night, you’ve already seen whatever’s on your dash, and you’re bored. Boredom doesn’t turn you into Jean-Paul Sartre or Albert Camus.
Please, show us the depths of your existential crisis. In what ways do you question your purpose here on this planet? How have you truly agonized over finding the meaning in life? What examples can you show us that reveal the yawning chasm of doubts that is your Thursday night on Tumblr?