futilitarian

/fyuˌtɪl ɪˈtɛər i ən/

adjective

having the opinion that all human activity is futile.

Jared was a twenty-something kid from a middle-class neighborhood in suburban Philadelphia. Though he grew up with everything a kid could ever want, something inside him yearned for hardship. Real life experience. He read himself to sleep with the stories of Kerouac and Hemingway. Bukowski. Dostoyevsky. He idolized the monologues of Travis Bickle. In college, he’d walk around campus in ripped corduroy, cigarette smoke billowing behind him. And he learned very quickly that there were a ton of women that would spread their legs to hear a few verses of Lermontov. So he poured it on. Became more and more fatalistic and futilitarian. And then he fell in love. Found a job. Marriage found him. And For Whom the Bell Tolls turned into Clifford The Big Red Dog. In suburban Philadelphia.

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