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You just had sex, you fulfilled your male biological imperative for the Nth time. Immediately, you cannot stop thinking how inconsequential your life is. Your girl wants to cuddle but you your mind is occupied with inane thoughts. In the moment of clarity, you accept you’re nothing but a primitive pattern-matching bio-machine who exists without any reason or rhyme. Your girl looks at you and asks what’s wrong. You reply “nothing”. A moment of silence ensues in the room. The she hits you with “have i gained weight”. You snap out of your little post nut existential crisis. The question however keeps lingering in the back of your head and comes back in full force again at bedtime. Luckily, you fall asleep after some mental gymnastics. You wake up next morning and you’re back to square one: a horny primitive pattern-matching bio-machine on a fucking rock.