Conan the Bohemian!

There are times where you realize that a career in counseling/social services has completely ruined your view of life. Today while watching the new Conan the Barbarian was one of those times.

(I guess technically there are spoilers ahead, but really, if I'm actually ruining the plot to a Conan movie then life is likely a continuous uninterrupted series of spoilers for you and you are either living in a constant state of dazed wonderment or extreme anxious bitterness. Either way, not my problem.)

RAAAAAAARRRRRGH!
I STILL FEEL EMPTY!... I need a hug

So Conan's quest in this movie, much like Inigo Montoya, is revenge. Some bad guy comes in, kills Conan's tribe and his father to obtain the mystical MacGuffin, then moves to the next phase of his evil plot. Conan then spends the next 20 years tracking this guy and his cronies down. Conan arrives just in time, kills the cronies, kills the big bad guy, and saves the world. Now most people would be all "Yay! Go good guy!", but instead here's what I'm thinking:

"Wow. He's lived his life with exactly one purpose and now that he has accomplished it, he is without a purpose for the first time in his life. He's probably facing a lot of existential angst in the coming year."

I picture Conan riding around after the final scene, taking on odd mercenary work, still killing and wenching, but his heart really isn't in it. He's too much of a man to admit he needs help though, so he just throws himself into his work even more so until he eventually becomes king of some country. Then he slips a disk swinging that massive sword around on the battlefield and can't fight, but he starts throwing massive hedonistic parties at the castle to compensate for his lack of anima.  Those don't fill the void either, though, so he sends everyone away and spends the nights sleeping and eating cold chicken in his empty throne room kind of like Daniel Day-Lewis does in his personal bowling alley at the end of "There Will be Blood".

I mean, who the hell thinks like that?!