It's been a long, busy week.
But then you remember that it's Friday.
It all seems so normal, right?
What if something so seemingly plain and straightforward was actually utterly bizarre?
Here's how Sartre might have described the ritual of getting drinks with friends on a Friday night, in order to point out its fundamental absurdity:
After spending five consecutive days running back and forth between two boxes—one in which we eat and sleep, and the other in which we tap plastic buttons all day in exchange for virtual pieces of paper—we send messages on small, flat rectangular computers to people with whom we are familiar and arrange to meet in a public box when the earth is at such a point of its rotation that it is shrouded in darkness from the light of the sun. There, we exchange the virtual pieces of paper we've collected over the week for hollowed-out cylinders filled with fermented wheat, which we pour into our stomachs while making noises with our throats and showing our teeth at one another as a social pleasantry. After a few twenty-fourths of the amount of time it takes the earth to perform one full rotation, we agree to depart and stumble in nocturnal delirium back to the box where we sleep.
Take a look at the same image again.
Why does the absurdist perspective matter?
Pondering the absurdity of the worldDistracting myself from contemplating the meaninglessness of life and the inevitability of death by enjoying drinks with my friends...like a normal person. Duh.
Getting Drinks With Friends On A Friday Night Is An Astoundingly Absurd Thing To Do
vote votesPondering the absurdity of the world
vote votesDistracting myself from contemplating the meaninglessness of life and the inevitability of death by enjoying drinks with my friends...like a normal person. Duh.