Surprised to find self in fairly functional, reasonably healthy relationship. Occasionally miss exhilarating screaming fights and dodged (or not) blows, but realize destructive urges have not necessarily led self into enlightenment or success in past. Thinking a lot about the difference between evolution and running away or hiding.
Spend large amounts of time practicing forgotten pastimes; mulling, languishing, trudging, skipping, reminiscing, brooding, flourishing. Think perhaps need real hobby.
Anyone out there?