If you'll indulge me for a moment, I'd ask you all to close your eyes for a sec. I want you to picture yourself in this shabby psychiatrist's office. Has this yellowing popcorn ceiling, these faded, dusty landscape paintings on the wall, and on the other side of a very big wooden desk is a small man with thick glasses, an oversized Mr.. cardigan sweater on and he looks over at me and he says, "Peter, so why are we here today. " And I answer with a big sigh, "I'm 28 years old. And I have absolutely no idea w ...