Old Friends

So I met an old friend today. He opened my eyes to something I didn't want to believe with just one question.

Are you happy?

That's a hard question for me to answer, but now I know I have to figure out what I'm to do and how to do it. I know I can't sit still and watch any longer, I am a participant and not just a bystander. Big issues and big awkward solutions to deal with. I'm kinda happy about it though, or that might be the dysthymia kicking in, the feeling nothing part of my life. Someone dies, meh... someone gets married, meh. I wish I felt more emotion but I don't, and I have to be okay with that I suppose.