Happiness, like God, is becoming a vague term to me. I've had several moments of contentment this summer, but I can't recall the last time I was actually happy. It's not like I need Prozac, either. Like so many other people I know, I just feel numb. Not numb in an I-was-scarred-and-now-I-can't-feel sort of way, but numb in an I-don't-know-how-I-feel-because-I-really-don't-care sort of way. I've had ex-girlfriends tell me I'm incapable of feeling. One of them (Molly) told me I'm so in love with myself because, deep down, I have an intense hatred for myself. Molly is one of the great analytical minds of our time...

Anyway, does anyone else just have a massive case of indifference? A few basic primal instincts sway me one way or the other, but beyond that, I just don't seem to give a shit anymore. Huh?