See, I guess the "we are sad that we are rich kids with no real problems" was meant as satire, but it's a genuine issue. Between April and three weeks ago, I was actually reasonably happy because I had to concentrate on finding a job. Before that, I hated my job, but at least that gave me a focal point for my misery (I also ended up working 80-hour-weeks half the time, which left me with not much time left over to be depressed). Now that I have a job that (so far) I enjoy and also pays well and actually lets me get out at 5, I have no idea what to do with the rest of my life anymore and that makes me actually feel a lot more miserable than I did when I was unemployed or when I had a horrible job.