Ever think about how philosophers always talk about ‘the meaning of life’? Like, what’s the deal with that? I’m just trying to figure out if I can find my phone charger and you’re out here pondering existential crises.

Here’s the thing: The other day I was reading about Jean-Paul Sartre’s idea of ‘existence precedes essence.’ Basically, he’s saying that you’re not born with a purpose; you create your own meaning. And I’m like, ‘That’s deep, Sartre, but I’ve got bigger problems.’

So, I’m at the grocery store, right? And I’m staring at the cereal aisle like I’m trying to decide the fate of humanity. ‘Do I go with Cheerios or Frosted Flakes? What does this say about my life choices?’ Meanwhile, my kid is in the cart yelling for marshmallow cereal like it’s going to unlock the secrets of the universe.

And then I’m thinking, ‘Is this what Sartre meant? Is choosing between cereal brands my way of creating meaning in a meaningless world?’ Because if that’s the case, I’m definitely leaning towards the Frosted Flakes. They just seem more… existentially satisfying. Or maybe they just taste better. Who knows?

So next time you’re questioning the meaning of life, remember: Sartre might’ve had a point, but sometimes it’s just about picking the right cereal. And if you find yourself lost in the cereal aisle, at least you’re not alone in your existential crisis. We’re all just trying to avoid the bleakness of a breakfastless existence!