No. I actually don't evaluate my existence at all, thank you.
Well, no, that's a bit of a fib. I try to not evaluate it, unless I have to, and normally, I don't have to. In case you didn't quite pick it up before, I live for what's fun, and what I enjoy, and what I get pleasure out of, and navel-gazing usually isn't it.
But, since for all arguments and intents, my life is this story, or is rather, a part of the greater universe created by this story, I do dip into it for arguments of this type.
And then I go out and have a few pints, or a bottle's worth of shots, because I don't like thinking about it. It doesn't bother you that your whole life is condensed down into an hour's bite every week for a bunch of people to consume? It doesn't bother you that you're only shown one way or another, without thought of what might've gone on betweentimes? Because it bothers the hell out of me, and so I say fuck it all, and I'm off to the pub.