How does that classic phrase go? Nobody writes a nine hundred page manifesto to talk about how happy they are.
Which I think is my problem. I'm just so... well... satisfied with how life's turned out.
It might be fair to point out that, yeah, I make a middling salary. But I could be making less.
And my job could be less stressful, but it could be more.
And although I'm not the biggest fan of our current government, I've seen firsthand other countries with worse governments. I know things could be worse.
To cap it all off, I'm dating a wonderful woman with a good career and good values.
So why, then, would I choose to write a deviantART journal entry if everything's going so well?
Well I suppose that's the problem. There's nothing to really write about.