Tempest in a Teakettle

As I sit and ponder the events of my life, I find myself at almost a loss as to how it is that I can feel so removed from what has happened during my existence. There have been times when I have been talking to someone about experiences we have shared in the past when suddenly I am overcome by a feeling that I am speaking carefully written lines in a play or that I am a fictional product of a writer's imagination. What I do know is that all this leaves me with a burning desire: a storm of sorts. That storm brings me to this "TEMPEST IN A TEAKETTLE" where I must face it.