You know it's a low point when you come out of a great, funny movie (Forgetting Sarah Marshall) and you immediately are filled with dread.
You know it's a low point when you read most of the 81 comments about regrets and although they are fascinating, you have to stop reading them because they are too damn depressing.
Why have I sat on the couch since the moment I woke up this morning and now it's afternoon?
It's a beautiful day outside and I could/should go for a walk, but it's easier to stay here on the couch.
It's not so much the regrets about the past as about my inability to make a change now. (Or is it unwillingness? Or maybe fear?)
What got this whole meladrama ball rolling was hearing a speaker at work talking about how a successful person has a 5-year plan. And a successful person has a dream job in mind that she strives for in everything she does. And a succesful person is not me.