Some points in your life, you just go through stuff and feel mostly like crap all day. I'm at one of those points in life.

It's not insurmountable or oppressive, but I feel generally like crap all day and would rather... hard to say what I'd rather do. I'd rather be doing just what I'm doing but feel better, I guess. It's probably a sign that I'm not all that bad.

I feel healthy and I feel my talents are sought after at work and at home. But I'm set upon with a general malaise that is hard to define.

It may be an early mid-life crisis, if I believed in such things. Though I do feel sometimes like a fast, black car and a girlfriend would fix me. But he diagnosis of that illness would simply read: SEXUALLY FUNCTIONAL MALE HUMAN.

My whole life I've been a sensitive, intelligent, largely well-adjusted guy. I've always known the well-adjusted part would unravel at some point. And probably at the exact point at which all other things are going as good as possible.

I'm probably just performing the natural introspection one does when you realize the world has rewarded you beyond your talents and contributions.