On this blog, there are some fascinating feelings described, and some of them seem to be inherently Schizoid in their descriptions. For example:
n. the feeling that everything original has already been done, that the experiment of human culture long ago filled its petri dish and now just feeds on itself, endlessly crossbreeding old clichés into a radioactive ooze of sadness.
I feel like this just about everyday. Most days is sad, others are 'meh.' The sadness is mainly because the way this emotion is described into a 'going through the motions' kind of thing.