I think I'm miserable. You know that feeling when you've got a pair of headphones with one scratchy speaker? Where one channel is crystal clear and the other sounds like a Tim Hortons drive-through with faulty wiring? You're sitting there knowing that something good is going on, that being your favourite song, for example, and it would make you happy...if it weren't distorted and mangled. Not long into the song the tinny speaker's faults near overbearing. Distant and unclear, you slowly begin to wonder how much you really want to listen to this song. Soon after that, you question the song itself. What was once a pristine statement of your person, once a familiar and pleasing sensation, once a true representation of self, now is a scratched, overplayed, and unenjoyable experience. All you'd need to do is take the headphones off, but in doing that you'd cease hearing any music.
...I'll come back later.
I only wish I could attain a Moment of Zen.