Existential Crisis Meme Novels & Stories

“How is it possible that something I didn't even believe in until now was around me all this time? Isn't this too freaky of a coincidence? Why did I apply to this company of all places?” I continued rambling on for a few more minutes, expressing my disbelief and frustration. “— I mean, who would've thought they even exist? And now… I am having this existential crisis,” I blabbered. “You know what? Just reveal it to me who else is a werewolf around me. I don't want to be surprised anymore.”

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

Every conversation. Every look. Every confusing feeling. It’s like my brain grabbed all the worst moments and decided to create a highlight reel. I groan and drag my pillow over my face. “What is happening to my life?” The universe, as usual, refuses to answer. Rude. I throw the pillow aside and sit up. The clock on my nightstand reads 1:17 a.m. Fantastic. I have class tomorrow. A paper due later this week. A shift at work. And instead of sleeping like a normal person, I’m having an existential crisis over two athletes.

If you ever want to know how loud silence can be, disappear from the internet for three days. By day four, it’s deafening. I sit cross‑legged on my bed, Dante’s sanitized phone in hand, Mia perched beside me with her laptop open. We’re not supposed to be doom‑scrolling. Naturally, we’re doom‑scrolling. “Okay,” she says. “You want the fun stuff or the existential crisis first?” “Is there a ‘none of the above’ option?” I ask.

He grabbed his doodle book and began writing with a solemn face: Never use snot as an adhesive (financial infrastructure is important). Never let Kenta participate in any activities that require credit. Always leave an escape route wider than your own butt. And finally, in the center of the page, he drew a big, crying face with the words: "Turns out, whether you’re three or thirty—when the bubble bursts, the one crying the loudest is always the CEO." And with that, Takuto closed his doodle book, pondering what his next business venture would be. Maybe a lemonade stand. Or maybe something much bigger. But for now, he was just glad to have survived the first blockchain crisis.

Memory, do you still believe in God? - Vitaly, he always with me! - Memorable, this well-means, you not have changed! Memorable said goodbye to Vitaly and went back to his room. Memorable more and more tried on his illness. It seemed to him that it was not so bad that his world had collapsed, but now he sees the real world. Thirtieth day. You don't exist!

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

Mahal kong ilatag 'yung katotohanan kahit inconvenient at siguro 'yun 'yung dahilan kung bakit kahit sobrang gulo nitong mga nakaraan hindi pa rin ako tumatakbo. “Ky?” “Mhm?” “You’re staring again.” Napakurap ako saka natawa. “Sorry.” “Ba’t ganyan ka tumingin?” “Paano?” “Parang may existential crisis.” “Meron naman talaga.” Tawang-tawa siya habang umiiling.

TESSA I open I*******m first, and my world implodes all over again. The video is everywhere. Reposted, shared, turned into memes, reaction videos and compilation clips. #TessaFail is trending. #FatGirlDown has over a million views. Someone has auto-tuned my sobs and turned them into a remix. But it's the comments that really destroy me: "LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing I've ever seen" "Imagine being this delusional about your weight"