You've made it to Phase 8, where the wheels start to come off. You're now spending 4 hours researching the optimal angle of a single sentence, questioning every factoid you've ever been fed. You're like a dog chasing its own tail, but with more anxiety and less treats.
At this point, your friends and family are worried about you. They've started a betting pool to see how long it takes you to develop a crippling case of analysis paralysis. You're starting to forget what it's like to simply be, without overthinking every little thing.
But don't worry, you're not alone. There are others like you out there, lost in the abyss of Phase 8. You just have to go back and re-examine Phase 7 to find some semblance of purpose.
Or, you know, just press on into Phase 9, where things only get worse. We hear the views are to die for.