Is this a existential crisis?

I was literally minding my own business, then I suddenly started thinking about why we do anything if we die. We’re basically just government slaves. Sheep. We’re forced to go to a school for twelve years that mold us into robots to work for a corporate company until we die. What’s the point of existing?! Uh, how do I get this out of me? @Discussions

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Uh, I’m ok now. Answer if you want. No clue what just happened.

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Uhh, kinda, yeah…
I have deep convos like this all the time with my cousin

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Great. I don’t even know how it happened.

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Ah, that day was fun. Not.