I may not have regular employment, but I have enough money to live for three months. I have plenty of time to look for a job and squeeze in a few hours of whatever activities my heart should desire. I have a clean apartment in cool neighborhood and some friends with whom to hang. SO why does my life seem completely useless. I pay my taxes with no complaint and I have all the amenities about which most people on the planet won't even dream. When I am employed this feeling subsides somewhat, but mostly I just sit and stew in my own discontent.
I think that discontent is a far better state than contentment, so maybe that is why I foul up job after job. I wonder what my life would be liek if I were happy. It would probably suck, I wouldn't question the facts of my existence as often because I would be swimming in my my pool of happiness and love and all that crap. I am content in my cynicism and discontent, I guess.