I, too, dislike it.

Yikes! I gotta tell you out there: 27 doesn't feel too good for me. I think that, for me, the latter 20s will feel very much like legwork for something else. What? I don't know what. Maybe a book (or two), maybe a job as a copywriter at an ad agency, maybe a phd somewhere far, far away, where I know not a soul (one or two souls would be, of course, ok--if souls are real, of course), maybe a t/t job somewhere shockingly similar to the phd description. Twenty-five felt good--I'll give it that. 

The one (and by one, two) good thing in my life is being a father to the childrens. They're beautiful, they keep me alive and trying to do things, and they're living 2000 miles away. Of all the bad feelings I've had inside my body before, this is the worst. If you've been, or are, a parent, then you might know what I'm talking about. If you haven't, I doubt you do. Anyway, it's like I'm just passing time.