Thoughts while getting ready for work

I think it was John Lennon (or perhaps Paul Lynne) who said, "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans." Some other asshole said "Life is what you make of it." I got to thinking about whether or not I've been making other plans or making my life or if I sort of fell into this life of mine backwards. I don't know. I am not unhappy with it, or frustrated by it. But it does seem like a strange existence. I have what is more or less a perfectly normal life. I really don't know how to account for that. I feel like I shouldn't take credit (or blame) as it seems like a collaborative event that I play my part in.
I don't know. I still feel this sense of remove from most everything going on around me, I'm involved and invested in it but still somehow set apart from it. I guess that is just always going to be the case for me, I am wired in some different way that keeps me at arm's length from even myself.