I have the same problems as the world.  I lack security, I lack savings.  I've not found a niche for the English Major, for my latent talents as a would-be educator.  My job is marking time, waiting.  I crave the patch of nature I go through on my way to work.  I try to deal with the distractions of my sensual side, try for a balance of soothing the aches of work.  My daily struggle is to eat good food, not hurt myself, nor the planet.  I'd like more time for exercise.  My shifts are a bit too long.  I walk or take a bicycle to work.  I miss the putting into play higher callings.  I wish I could afford having children, but the fact is I am poor.  I stand with the rest of the world, with the norm, with the human condition, politically underrepresented.