My life is perfect, and sometimes I’m not content. I still feel like I want more. I feel so guilty about it. I go to the best school in the world, and I’m going to make piles of money very soon. I have a husband who loves me and an amazing mistress. I have amazing sex with both of them. I do almost no work, and smoke huge quantities of pot. I’m insanely happy, but sometimes I’m so itchy in my own skin I can barely stand it. People are starving and dying and being beated and shot and I feel so selfish that I have a perfect life and I want more. I don’t even know what I want, I just know that I want. What’s wrong with me?
