I read a lot of existentialist books when I was a young teenager - Camus, Sartre. Did not help my life outlook. Then I went for Buddhism, a bit better but not quite what I was looking for. I remember reading “The Myth of Sisyphus”. A bunch of those books; I was really too young, but I read voraciously nonetheless.
Believe me, I know how it feels to be Sisyphus, condemned to push that rock up the mountain, only to watch it roll down again...Stanley Ann Dunham met a student from Kenya in 1960 (no, she didn’t, she wasn’t even in Hawaii) she attended a Russian Class (no she didn’t, that was a student named Ann Obama) she became pregnant (rather difficult, as she was more than likely living with Uncle Charles in Hyde Park) and she married him in Maui in February (ditto, she wasn’t there) and their child was born on Agust 4, 1961, (no it wasn’t, Stanley Ann Dunham wasn’t his mother and she wasn’t married to the Kenyan, whom she didn’t meet until 1971) and then she shows up in Seattle in August (no she doesn’t, that was Anna Obama who had a child in Hawaii in January...
and there goes that rock again...this is so much fun, LOL!