Rain Streams Down the Window

What is the point of life? How lame that I go from being at the top of the world to contemplating the purpose of existence. Someday, I am going to resolve to become a hermit and truly do it. I always threaten, but so far they've always been hollow. One day....

It has been cloudy and rainy all day. Joy, weather that matches my mood. Oh, the irony of it all!

But then I turn around and realize how ridiculous I am being. Just look how good I have it. I have no place to talk. No place to even whisper a complaint. Sometimes I wish something really bad would happen just so I would actually have a reason....What am I thinking?