I’m a Nihilist! Get Me Out of Here

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I’m a Nihilist! Get Me Out of Here

Illustration: Shruti Yatam


ucked into my bed with the Netflix browser open on my laptop, it seemed like a usual Saturday night until I got a call from my harrowed sister. She sounded panicked. She had only recently seen my series of what she believed to be “alarming” Facebook posts, all shared from Nihilist pages, that ranged from a “I am so done with life” memes to a GIF of Mr Peanutbutter’s wise words about the universe being a cruel, uncaring void.

That day, at 2 am, while I assured my sister that I was not suicidal and had merely developed a taste for dark comedy, I thought to myself, “Huh, but how did I get here?” I used to be the kid who loved Donald Duck. When did I begin liking Rick and Morty, a show that swears by lines such as, Nobody exists on purpose. Nobody belongs anywhere. Everyone’s gonna die. Come watch TV?” Was nihilism just another millennial habit I had gotten sucked into thanks to my friends? And where does the millennial fascination with death come from, anyway?