Feeling something and wondering if I'm alone. I could write it off as aging if it wasn't happening so fast. My world is getting smaller. I am more certain of things than I used to be. I am less interested in things that I liked in the past. Things that used to seem natural seem foreign to me now. For example, I don't know why anyone would care what color car they have, or why they would bother to tend a flower garden. Reading that it sounds like depression to me, but that doesn't explain it all. Trying to take comfort that I'm at least concerned about it, but this corridor is narrowing and seems to have no doors. Anyone else?