Just looking at the notable members here. WOW! There are some prolific writers here. I hesitate to post here because I have a most boring existence. I’m either at work, or at home. I’m married, and with the wonderful exception of my wife, I have no friends. I’m not unhappy, but I could be happier. I tend to ruminate on past interactions with people, random memories from different ages. Most are memories I’d rather forget. I see my life as lost potential, in that I had the capability to do more, but social inadequacy always derailed me. There were other issues as well, a big one being executive functioning, but I could deal with that, and I did. It just wasn’t enough. I’m trying to be content with my current station, but I know I never will be. I’m a realist, and all I want is the truth. Honesty is in short supply, to the point of nonexistence. I understand the reason from a psychological point of view, but it’s still depressing.