Happy New Year

Everything is good and well. You have a place to live (which, with a bit of luck, you even own), a car, a nice job, and a partner who is simply lovely. Everything is going well for you, yet it feels like a creepy happy-family movie, where everyone sits around the table smiling, and you can sense that something is fundamentally wrong, something dark underneath it all.

You like your life. It is a good life. And yet, once in a while, you want to throw your dinner plate through a window and listen to it smash on the ground, followed by the terrified screams of pedestrians below. I wonder what they would think. Are they thinking?