I think I know why I have this rash.
Well I don't remember all the details, but I was at a music festival this week and I did some mud-wrestling and then I got so drunk that I passed out before cleaning off the mud.
So how long was the mud on your skin?
Well... when I woke up the next day, there were more concerts starting up that I didn't want to miss, and then I had to catch my ride home, so... 36 hours?
I, too, remember the feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.