"contempt" isn't the word I'd used to describe my feelings towards this existence. It would be more like a deep, existential sadness. That life can fall into these local minimums of optimization - where everything is, on average, good.
- I'm happy, but not very
- I'm financially successful, but not very
- I like what I do, but too much
- I'm comfortable, but not too comfortable.
It's like my entire personality, likes, and dislikes have been smeared into a 2-dimensional caricature and propped up by a couple supports, for everyone to see and admire. This sort of existence is safe, inoffensive, and unremarkable.
Love your blog btw, it gives me confidence to be more like myself in my own life.