I think I’m having an existential crisis. The reason I say that “I think I’m having an existential crisis” is because I’m not sure I really know what an existential crisis is. It does seem like something serous though, doesn’t it. I mean the word ‘exist’ is in existential and exist is a serious word.
I remember that in university I studied some guys from France who were called existentialists and wrote about existentialism. Again, I’m not sure I really understood it, but it seemed important and significant. I do remember that one of them, Jean-Paul Sartre, wrote a play called No Exit. The play is almost always described as making the point that “Hell is other people.” Now I didn’t need to go to university to learn that “Hell is other people.” As far as I was concerned “Hell is other people” was the motto of my high school (admittedly I might be mistaken about whether that actually was the motto of my high school, but I am not mistaken that I thought it was the motto of my high school).