so how is this manifesting itself? mainly through an overpowering urge to run away from the (thoroughly pleasant) life i am currently living. i want to go shear sheep in the australian outback. i want to dig wells somewhere in south america (somewhere obviously in need of wells for this to be considered useful and not very strange vandalism). i want to deliver babies in rwanda (not that i have much, or indeed any, practice, but it is possible that having been a dental hygienist all these years would give me somewhat of an edge). i want to scrub elephants in whatever part of the world elephants get dirty. i want to smuggle arms to small third world nations fighting for independence from the lurching behemoth of american pseudo-democracy. i want to be a superspy. i want to kick some ass.
ok, so you're getting the general gist of my existential angst and not only ain't it pretty, it's downright dumb. still, it keeps the imaginarium nodes of my frontal brain cortex well lubricated and humming.
so, anyone want to come with me?
*oh, go ahead, make the joke. i know you want to.