Sometimes I feel like I'm lacking a playfulness. I envy guys who are consistently able to maintain a playful, optimistic perspective on things.

I feel like the gods have certainly patted me on the head.

Sometimes I feel like a has-been who never was.

Sometimes, I feel like one who is on the sidelines, who has missed life itself.

I feel like I was born and bred to stay self-motivated. I'm not one of those people who ho-hums and feels sorry for himself when something's bad.

I like things that I feel comfortable in.