Notes From The Underground II?

I just started reading Fyodor Dosoyevsky's "Notes From The Underground". Though I won't pretend to think exactly what he writes, that I am a writer of any potential, or that my skills in any way are truly comprable, I will say we have some basic commonalities that are disturbing. It was written in 1864 by a man who was about my age at the time. Now, the book seems histrionic even if somewhat interesting. It is filled with seemingly unedited ramblings only coherent to a degree, as I am reading it so far. I think what I am getting at is that it makes me wonder if men in my age group suddenly drop into some weird way of thinking that just isn't right! Perhaps he, we, and or I am searching for something or just trying to describe what we are seeing from what we have gathered to this point before pushing on through into old age then past to death.

Well, I suppose it might be expected. Maybe more so for those of us who feel we have gone nowhere with our hopes and dreams, seen little of what we might have wanted or hoped to see, and accomplished less knowing it won't get better with age. I suppose there really is no way to capture the world, to put it in our pocket, see all we want, and understand it. Our hopes are beyond us, even should we be fortunate enough to be wealthy, interested, able, and have the time. I should be, and in some ways am, happy to have experienced what I have in life and to have been introduced to some of the things of which I am now aware. It's just that there is so much more... and so little time.