You know... considering everything, I'm surprisingly okay.
To recap: I have no job, no close friends, no love life, and really no idea where my life is going and what I want to do with it. In spite of all this, I'm not unhappy.
True, I'm not exactly what you would call "happy", but things could be worse. I have my health -- actually, I'd say I'm in the best shape I've been in quite a while, having spent much of my life somewhat overweight. I've finally moved out of my parents' house, after having lived there for a quarter of a century (all my life, for those of you keeping score), and it was long overdue. Economically, it may not have been the smartest decision I could have made, but I just needed to get out and live on my own, at least for a little while.
So yeah -- I'd have to say that I'm neither happy nor unhappy. I just sort of "am". Stuck in a rut, I guess. Perhaps a tad numb to the world and apathetic in general. I've always kind of been that way... I tell my mom that I blame it on all the Gravol she took when I was in the womb.
What would I like? To satisfy my creative desires, and find some way to make a decent living off of them. It may be unrealistic, but for now I'm going to continue with my "starving artist" period and hope for the best. I suppose it might also be good to socialize with people a bit more than I currently do (which is pretty much never -- it's quite amazing that I actually have fairly decent people skills when I'm required to, but somehow I'm never able to expand upon them and create any meaningful relationships. Ah well...).
Of course, if
Star Trek has taught me anything, it's to always be optimistic; tomorrow is a new day, and it could always bring about some changes for the better. So here's to happiness in the future -- for everyone!
