The Sharp Hint of New Tears
There's always something to ponder. This time it seems that I ponder my place in this world. It is one thing to cheer up my companions when they require consolation, and although enjoyable, that is not exactly a memorable feat. It seems I am boldly going nowhere. But, can I really waste so much raw talent with sheer apathy and lethargy? I cannot let myself go to waste, but everyday that passes, it seems that is the only thing I am doing. I am tired of this life. I feel like I have done everything I need to do, and anything more would just be repetition of previous experiences. I catch on too quickly to concepts, and remember everything. Most people envy my memory. I regard it as a curse. To know everything really is a curse, which will inevitably drive one mad. What I would give to laugh at an episode of a television program I have already seen... The jokes always spark in my mind before they hit the screen, and by that point when it is delivered, it feels tired. So, if I can excel in everything and remember everything perfectly, then why is it that I am not using this gift to my advantage? Why does it plague me? Why do I feel tied down, rather than excellent? But, foremost, who cares? I could hardly name one.