At present: eating subpar mac and cheese, cold, with ketchup (not the improvement hoped for).
I don't know what I want. Sometimes it all feels pointless... You crave a novel interaction, someone interesting, to feel things you've felt before that always, inevitably, fade back into the mundane. And sometimes pointlessness feels like a relief.
I'm good with people. I spend my working days setting them at ease. And it's not that I dislike people either - I consider myself fortunate to get paid to make someone's day a little nicer than it might have been.
Maybe all we have is a base set of emotions and all we feel is just another combination of things we've felt before?