Who am I?

I once heard a story about a disgruntled passenger arguing with a gate attendant. Enraged he finally shouted at her "Do you know who I am?".  She calmly replied "One moment please" and reached for her intercom.  "Attention passengers, we have a gentlemen that apparently does not know how he is.  Can anybody help him?"

I don't know who I am these days; and worse, I don't know who I want to be.  I live this oh-so-typical suburban life but yearn for something different.  This desire results in me making poor choices that further exacerbate my discontent.  I want to forget all my problems and lead a live free of responsibility.  I feel like a coward; weak and selfish.  It is times like this that I begin to embrace Darwinism and disavow my belief in God.  In Darwin's world, the survivors had not use for morals. 

PS.  She enlisted today...  Time to harden my heart.  I never should have let her in.