A kind of useless conversation

...but maybe that's the point?  I wrote at random inspiration and when I was tired, but I hope you find it entertaining

“The world,” said Claire, “is a very pointless place.”

“What do you mean?” asked Blaire, feet suspended in the air and swinging, most of her attention focused on her phone.

“I mean,” Claire sighed, “that everything we do is so stupid.  Like, so many of the things we do contribute nothing to the world.”

At this, Blaire looked up from her phone and squinted at her twin sister.  “You just don’t want to do your homework.”

Claire smirked.  “Possibly true.  But if you think about it, I am right.  You know it.”

And Blaire did know it.  She knew that most of the work their teachers assigned was useless.  Who genuinely needed to know what a blade of grass symbolized in a short story most people had never even heard of?  But being the poetic twin who was supposed to rein the scientific one in, she powered off her phone and sat up on her bed.

“Maybe the purpose of life is not having a purpose?  Maybe that’s the great thing about being human: that we can do pointless things, like eat yummy food and write funny stories, and it doesn’t amount to any great change in the universe.”

Claire shrugged and went back to the typing she had been doing earlier, obvious frustration blossoming on her face.  Blaire, though, having committed to the argument, grabbed her wrist.

“I mean it!  Maybe the point of the world is to do unnecessary things that bring us joy!”

Claire’s eyes narrowed.  “Blaire,” she grunted, “I really need to win an argument right now.  I’m going to chuck my computer through the window if my assignment makes me start over one more time, and I’m sorry I said what I said.  I’m sorry you said what you said.  We’re even.  Now please, let me win.”

Blaire sighed but nodded, and went back to playing the game on her phone, wondering when she could resume the argument.

But she didn’t need to.

Claire knew her twin was right.