The only time things in my life “need” a point? Is when I’m depressed.Cleaning, working out, socializing all feel pointless. Going out for errands feels pointless. It's like I've forgotten why I do stuff
It’s become one of the ways I check myself… when I start thinking/feeling that XYZ is pointless? I’m probably depressed. Whether there’s no emotion attached; why bother? What’s the point? Shrug. Doldrums. Blankness. Heavy emptiness. Robotic blah. -Or- Whether there’s really violent emotion attached; like it’s life or death that I understand the point before I do it, or despair, or rage.
Personal Mantra : Just because I can’t see the point? Doesn’t mean there isn’t one. I just can’t see it, right now. Do it anyway.