I leaned that expression courtesy of Ann Althouse who found it on a blunt and undiplomatic quiz for women that supposedly helps them establish their market worth for dating.
The very first question was age and those over 49 were asked to consider whether they might be "waysa".
Okay, the test is stupid and vulgar and if you have any doubts let me tell you that "waysa" means "Why are you still alive?"
But it got me thinking. Most people who ever lived died before their forty-ninth birthday. Until the twentieth century the average lifespan was something like 39. Those of us who have made it past that really should ask the question: Why am I still alive? What justifies my being here.
PS: As I type this the Serpentine One standing behind me surveying the office said, "So many piles of crap, only one paper shredder."