Would you say that doing something "to be famous" or just "to have money" is a bad motivation to begin with?

What a fantastic comment. I wish I had any kind of creative talent, music, writing, or drawing. I find myself having all these ideas and all these images going around my head, they are mostly an escape mechanism I use when I'm feeling extremely anxious (especially when I'm surrounded by many people) or when I'm seriously considering a trip to the 69th pole of the Golden Gate Bridge, but I just don't know how to put them in words, much less in a drawing. I guess these things just come naturally to people like you, I mean, your post was beautifully written after all.

Whenever I do manage to write something, I scrap it after a few pages, and if I look back at the stuff I've saved I cannot help but cringe at how badly written or how cliched it is. I'm not a native English speaker, but if I try to write in Spanish, I begin to worry about the accents and other grammatical complications of the language until I just cannot write any longer.

I wonder how did you feel in you mid twenties. I share the same perplexity towards the "extrovert kind". I keep reading (especially on reddit) and people keep telling me how making connections is the most important thing you'll ever do in your life. Well, tough luck, because I'm literally incapable of talking to people I don't know. At some point during my previous job I realized it takes around 6 months before I even feel comfortable talking to someone new. But I digress.

I have a good job, even though I dropped out of college, but it seems every day I am reminded of how much I hate corporate environments. Working in software development, am I the only one convinced that all these metrics, all these methodologies, all these meetings, just kill creativity? Living everyday life, am I the only who is incapable of feeling any connection with anybody else?

And yet, I see people my age, already starting their own businesses, a few of them getting their first kick starters, all of them already finishing their degrees... I would ask my self what am I missing but I'm well aware that I either just can't function socially or I'm simply too lazy and uninterested in the rest of the world. Depression and anxiety might just be a pathetic excuse.

But I digress. Again. As proof of my incredibly shitty writing skills, you are probably wondering what the hell am I babbling about since I keep switching subjects every two seconds.