Yuch. Angst. A vague anxiety, nausea. A bad feeling. Uncomfortable.
I feel like I am in something, and it isn't good. I don't like this feeling.
When I was younger, someone tried to explain this to me as "Angst" I think they called it "plain old ontological angst". You come to accept it with age. It comes. It goes. It passes. That makes it easier to accept.... knowing that it will pass.
Short post.
Angst.
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