The Hamlet Syndrome: Overthinkers Who Under Achieve
I thought it was just me! Nope, it isn’t. And all my peculiarities, my endless pontificating (usually about myself), my hyperawareness of the influence of my actions no matter how miniscule (not recycling a receipt), my exhaustive extrapolations of every possible situation to their usually negative terminus, and my hyper criticism of everything, yeah, they’re all indicative of the Hamlet Syndrome. Would you rather stay in college forever instead of getting a "real" job? Do you poo-poo people who value material wealth over achieving personal satisfaction and integrity? Does the idea of joining the "rat race" of the mainstream disgust you? Yeah? Then you got it too.
I feel so weird now. The authors busted me on my bullshit. Now I can’t leave piles of dirty laundry and dishes around, and spending the day reading does not make me a better person than those studio execs in their SUVs. I’m better than them because, wait, give me a second…

If I had a dollar for every time I’ve been ripped off I could afford to buy some fancy imported cheese. Now, I realize making instruments out of cardboard is not an entirely unique idea, BUT, when their props are constructed with such striking similarity to mine (They even made the cardboard mic!) it makes me feel real shitty.

By the time I realized my mistake they were sold.