Agonize over whether the original research that went into my doctorate thesis will be used responsibly.
Agonize over how I’ve only been “immortal” a little over ten years now, and yet it feels like an eternity has passed.
Agonize over how I never seem to have enough ISK, even though I could probably run an entire planet’s economy in perpetuity with a fifth of what I have in my wallet.
Agonize over how no film, game or piece of music seems to assuage the ennui for more than a few hours at a time.
Agonize how as a member of a class of people with possibly the largest amount of individual freedom in the history of humanity I seem to be powerless to change literally anything around me.
Oh, wait, what do I like to do?
Oh, well, I’d very much like to not be constantly existentially anxious.