So here we are. The trouble really started at the age of 42.
Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything (42)
The Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, The Universe, and Everything. Shout-Out to Hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy
In the radio series and the first novel, a group of hyper-intelligent pan-dimensional beings demand to learn the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, The Universe, and Everything from the supercomputer, Deep Thought, specially built for this purpose. It takes Deep Thought 7½ million years to compute and check the answer, which turns out to be 42. Deep Thought points out that the answer seems meaningless because the beings who instructed it never actually knew what the Question was.
I know what the question is.: Believe it or fucking not:
At the age of 42 you start to question all your fucking beliefs. If you’re a bird you come out of the fog of child-bearing and think: shit: “I did pretty good at that, but what do I do now!” How much did I screw up (even though I know I screwed up nothing other than forgetting to take care of myself. )
And if you’re predisposed to addiction, you’ve got a fucking journey ahead of you. For me it’s booze (though I spent ten years off it and sober while I had my five kids), I’m also addicted to food and relationships.
Relationships
I put people up on a pedestal, just like that. Then my self-esteem becomes inextricably linked. More about this later. Mostly I’m just tired and need a good feed and a good sleep. And some good music!
