I Don't Know What I Like Anymore: On Quietly Losing Yourself

Someone asks you what you'd like to do on Saturday and your mind goes blank.

Not because you're tired, although you are. Not because there's nothing to do. But because the question — what do you want? — has stopped having an answer. You know what the kids want. You know what your partner would probably enjoy. You know what your mum is hoping you'll say. You know what would be "good for you" in a vague, self-improvement sense. But what you want, separate from any of that? The line's gone dead.