Context: i know books wo n't save me and neither will talking to people but so what if that 's true then everything negates everything else and , you can guess the equation . i have been alarmingly successful at staving off existentialist panic moments , moments you 'd presume to be freeing by definition , or , at least calming , during times of pure life . you know that kind that is really window shop glory , the time spent unlocking locks , blindly paging novels , acknowledging colors before instinct or before retina .

Question: How may I be feeling right now ?
Options:
0. Angry
1. Tired
2. Depressed
3. None of the above choices .
Answer: 2