Sometimes I feel like people are living out some sort of plot. They have all these “characters” in their lives that are a part of “some story” that

IS “their life”…. I recall when i was younger I saw my life as some sort of “tv show”. I lived my life more like a story… These days I don’t see it that way. I don’t see it in any sort of way… I just kinda exist. I work to survive and I eat when it’s time to and I get scared randomly about “living wrong”…. I day dream about retiring *shrug* There’s no plot. There aren’t any characters in my life. People flow in and they flow out. It’s all just happening… I dunno, am I suppose to have a story??