All I can say is "DITTO" here. I have tried to do many things but never got anywhere with them although I had a little fun. But losing jobs one after the other has just zapped my acceptance of myself, society and what it means to be "living". Sure I get up each day and breathe, eat and poop but then the night comes and I prepare to do it all again. Each new job is just another fearful time where I count the days until they find some reason to "let me go."