Basically, I struggle with mild existential angst. It's really more temporal angst than existential, but whatever. I hate how short the human lifespan is. Most great things take centuries to develop- multiple centuries!- and I'll be lucky to live just one! In case you couldn't tell this really bothers me. I'm one of those people that would jump at the chance of immortality, even aware of all the downsides therein. But now I've gotten off topic. There may or may not be more parts to this, I don't know, we'll see.