Every once in a while, I'll get an idea in my head and then my imagination will take it and start running around flailing like a kid with sparklers. Then I get sort of sad and depressed. It's not a serious depression, it's a pouty “but whyyyyyyyyyyyyy” kind of feeling. But of course I can't do what I was thinking about, for various reasons. Then I start thinking about how my current situation is worse even though it's not, it's just different. And then I feel like I want to try anyway and see if anyone notices. But I know I shouldn't, but I still want to.