You know that feeling when you’re standing in a driveway and you realize you’ve become a ghost in your own life? Like you used to be the guy who could run ten miles before the sun came up and then go win a performance review, but suddenly you’re just... there. You’re the one holding the juice boxes while everyone else is talking about the regional manager or the next promotion cycle. It’s that thing where you look at the other parents and realize you’re speaking a totally different language, like you’re trying to explain a complex merger to someone who only cares about the PTA bake sale schedule. And you just want to shake them, you know?