The absurd is a shadow cast over everything we do and even if we try to live life as if it has meaning as if there are reasons for doing things the absurd will linger in the back of our minds as a nagging doubt that perhaps there is no point.

Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience... and pimples.

I'm nobody, Who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then theres two of us, Don't tell!
They'd banish us you know.

How dreary to be sombody,
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the live  long day,
To an admiring bog.