(Improv writing because, if not for this, I wouldn’t done nothing productive all week.)
‘Shut up! I don’t need you to tell me what my problems are!’ The sound from his chair he knocked over while standing up was obscured by his loud voice echoing throughout the room. ‘I know perfectly fine what I’m missing! I’m missing me! This isn’t even an identity crisis anymore, this is more like a “have you seen my dog” kind of deal.’
‘No, you shut it, I’m not done yet!’ He pointed dramatically with his finger, but most attention was paid to the slightly maniacal look on his face. ‘Only I can solve my problems, but if I don’t have myself, then… I don’t know who I am, how do you expect me to deal with that? I can’t, because I’m not fucking here! I could be anywhere, in any God damn place, right now. I could be having the time of my life and I wouldn’t even know it! I wouldn’t even know it!’
Huffing and puffing he stood there for a little while, after which he picked up his chair he knocked over earlier, put it back on all its legs, and sat down again.
‘Thank you for sharing, Rick. Now, does anyone have anything to say about this?’
A relatively young lad raised his hand. ‘I just… I think that it’s great you can talk about your problems with such passion. Most of us lose all energy…’
It was at this moment that the old narrator ran out of steam, and another one had to take over. However, due to budget cuts, those are one and the same person. This means our story ends here (for now?).