You should be happy. You have fulfilled the requirements of a media-driven life. You have your own place. You have a "decent" job. You have a woman. And yet, underneath it all, there is this dissatisfaction. You can't quite place it, but it is there nonetheless, gnawing in your brain.
This sounds like the musings of Johnny Nice Painter.
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