I know I’m in a bad place, attitude wise, and I’m not getting any younger. Maybe that’s in part what’s behind my piss-poor frame of mind. I’ve been living to other people’s expectations seemingly forever. I’ve led a conflicted life. Never sure of myself, without dreams or goals or the focus and drive to achieve them. But also feeling like the whole dream-following thing is its own brand of folly- self-serving, narcissistic. Selfish in the extreme.
So I’ve lived somewhere in the middle, a sort of existential no man’s land, specializing in inertia.