Not that I’m stoned. I mean—I don’t have anything against smoking weed! I’m just saying that I do not. Smoke weed. In any case:

What if everything you believe and hold dear/true is ridiculous, short-sighted, and petty? What if that guy you want to fuck/pay raise you want to get/car you want to lease/book you want to write is just a petty, axe-grinding, Freudian-ly compensating, shallow/insecure mechanism to carve a niche meaning into the raw experience of life? What if it’s not only counter-productive, but also bad? And what if the consideration of this question is not only not bad but also not ridiculous and very important?