Meaningless Bullshit

Here we are scurrying around like ants..
Each person has their own little job and they do it, then they go home, then they eat, then they sleep and get up the next day and do it all over again. What's the point? We're all just filling up space. Why do people want to reproduce? So they can bring more children into this overpopulated world so they can fill up space with some meaningless job and then go home and do it all over again the next day?
Doesn't anyone else see how meaningless this is? How we are all consumed with our chores, which are ultimately useless because with the swipe of a broom we can all be swept away into the abyss. Here I am in my pschologist's office trying to get better so I can get back to my life and rush from job to job, killing time until I die of something other than suicide. I take medicine to help me deal with the emptiness of my life. Millions have to take pills to distract us from the sheer boredom of it all. We hurry from thing to thing like ants when we're all just going to end up suffocating anyway.