Nobody has a purpose in life. Belief that life has a purpose is a creationist delusion created to try and comprehend and apply order to what is intrinsically chaotic and random, and to fight the anxiety that their fears induce.

Your options are to choose one of the following:

1. Acceptance. You can accept that life is meaningless and that it’s okay. This one’s my preference.
2. Denial. You can deny life’s meaninglessness and seek to find or create a purpose for yourself. This can range from something as simple as a hobby to as life changing as having a family or advocating for a cause.
3. Embrasure. Revel in the chaos and express yourself through it, doing whatever you want without thought it care. This is best exemplified by the fictional character of the Joker.
4. Oppression. Take up religion to crush understanding of reality and replace it with a delusion of supernaturally defined purpose. This is probably the most commonly used option, frequently forced upon people during childhood.
5. Opposition. Attempt to fight the reality or mask the effects of meaninglessness through other means, such as direct therapy, chemical dependency (not recommended), talking with friends/family, or through other methods not previously mentioned.

Understanding one’s place in the universe (insignificant, irrelevant, and temporary speck) is important to having an accurate impression of ones existence. Whether one can accept that and what one do with that understanding is unique to the individual.

I hope that helps - good luck.

GM: You see a beggar in the snow, what do you do?

CN: I plink him in the face with copper pieces while making fun of him.

GM: Dafuq?

CN: Then when I run out of money I grab him and say “okay, it’s your turn, let’s switch places!”

GM: He freaks out and runs away.

CN: I chase him, sword out, and shout “Come back and be my friend you little broke bitch!”

When cats bring you food, mice, birds, etc. it’s because they think you’re an especially stupid cat, but they like you enough to keep trying to take care of/teach you.

Aww that poor chungus. I hope he gets better.

This was me with a number of words over the years, but most memorable “paradigm.”

I will burn this dungeon to the ground, I SWEAR TO GAWD.

While according to the rules of most RPGs you are technically correct, and therefore according to Futurama the best kind of correct, it still won’t work that way.

Well you’re asking for swordsman to fight skeletons, that’s your first mistake. What you need is a steel drivin’ man.

Honestly I’m surprised it lasted this long since Musky bought it.

Yeah but they’re useless in the dead of winter in Northern latitudes. Or in the rain.

Because it’s harder to pick and choose trial evidence that exonerates the cops of their malfeasance unless you have something evidencing that they told them to stop before they fired their gun, regardless of whether they actually said it before firing their gun.

TIL that counterfeit fucking cheese is a thing.