Maslow

Today is the rare day that I feel as close to depressed as I get. I'm not sure why, as nothing overt has happened to make me feel this way. Part of it is the gnawing undercurrent in my mind that I should be doing something more meaningful with my life. I keep visualizing Maslow's hierarchy of needs, that big multi-colored pyramid pointing the way towards self actualization. Maybe this feeling is an indicator that I'm climbing that pyramid.

Sitting in a cubicle writing computer code is a soulless job, but interacting with people to make something, even computer software, can be quite satisfying. The problem is that the interaction has to meaningful. In my job, there are far too many people who can spend meetings without even speaking, and have few opinions (on anything) that they are willing to share. I don't know if it's cultural, if they are intimidated, or they're just the next version of the dancing robots created by Sony.

I also have a new talent -- stealth humor. It's where I make witty remarks and hilarious comments that only I understand or laugh at. It's great.