You know I was thinking, there really is no objective meaning to life. Everyone kind of chooses something they think is important to them but really, it doesn't matter. It seems like all human endeavour is ultimately pointless in the timescale of the universe anyway but I just keep going because I'm not sure what else to do, not because it matters in any real sense.
For fucks sake Timmy, fine, you can have an extra scoop of ice cream just stop trying to give everyone an existential crisis.
Exactly. It has a lot to do with how your parents treat you as a child. I was always treated like a small adult, so I never had an issue getting along with adults (my mother has her masters in childhood development, so I'm assuming she knew what she was doing). If your parents treat you like a dumb kid, then that's how you expect adults to interact with you.