Yesterday I attended a course called the ‘Why Workshop’; It was an all-day session designed to ‘Discover your Why’.
I was skeptical at first because ‘discovering your Why’ just doesn’t sound right. It feels like there are a few words missing; it’s a grammatical nightmare.
The course was a little too touchy-feely for my liking, with intimate stories, tears and emotions. That said, there was free food provided for lunch, so I put on my best sad face and pushed on through.
The day also resulted in me ‘discovering my Why’. Well, if I’m honest, it was discovered for me really. It was less ‘discovering my Why’ and more ‘discovering my What the fuck?’.
I always assumed the answer to why I exist was ‘To masturbate furiously on a daily, if not hourly, basis’, but it turns out I was wrong all this time (looks at oversized right bicep with pride)
My ‘Why’ is…..
To be the selfless voice of the unfairly judged so that they can be crowned with a content and happy life too, without injustice.
So, apparently I’m Batman.