Man, okay, my dad initiated a conversation with me only three days ago in which he expressed concern over my (as you say, boring! inoffensive!) lifestyle and my lack of passion for anything in particular, and it was terrible and made me cry. Because I'm right where you are (exception with even less ambition): I have a job I like well enough, I come home and write fic and organize newsletters, watch TV and read comics and pet the cats, and it's a comfortable life full of things that delight me. And I'm not scandalous (except, as you say, for my pinko commie liberal opinions that I mostly don't mention, which makes me feel like I can't be fully myself with my family anymore, which sucks but is not the point of this comment), and I'm financially solvent, and I don't have any debt. Why doesn't that count as success? Why is my life not sufficient because I'm content???

Ugh, you have all my sympathies. I know just what you mean. I'm sorry. But look, here we have a community of people who are all in roughly the same place we are. You all are often my comfort when I think, "Gee, maybe I'm supposed to accomplish something??"

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