Life Doesn't Fit

I'm finding more and more often that my lifestyle is chafing me. I find myself pacing, burning off the nervous energy created by a need to be doing something. When I turn to my old leisure activities I find them unfulfilling, and I'm noticing more and more that my surroundings are chafing me in the same way. It's a strange feeling, a powerful need for some nonspecific, not fully understood change.

I think I may have come to understand it, and I am forced to admit that it frightens me. I may be growing out of being a nerd. It's too late to say anything, but the time has come to think many new things.