(n.) the realization that the plot of your life doesn't make sense to you anymore-that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don't understand, that don't even seem to belong in the same genre-which requires you to go back and reread the chapters you had originally skimmed to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.

(n.) the feeling that no matter what you do is always somehow wrong-that any attempt to make your way comfortably through the world will only end up crossing some invisible taboo-as if there's some obvious way forward that everybody else can see but you, each of them leaning back in their chair and calling out helpfully, colder, colder, colder. I'll change my cover as soon as my lazy self decides to make one.

Yeah- Nope.