Am I tripping or am I oppressed?
Are my desperations the ephemeral result of a missed cup of coffee or are they the bedrock conclusion following a hollow narrative?
Are my motivations arrested by the contents of my schedule or stifled by its arrangement?
What am I missing and where should I be looking for it?
Am I a coward? Or an idiot? Or am I just temporarily tired?
Am I investing? Or am I squandering, supported by superficial status-quo canon?
Am I cranky or am I lucid?