Condemnation
It's so easy to let people bring you down. So easy to let go. So easy to let the torrent of hatred and madness and blind idiocy overwhelm and conquer the tired heart. If only it were not so! If only the human spirit were that lone skeleton in the woods that needs no shoulder to lean on. Oh! but even a shadow needs a body to cling to! I'm nearly mad, not with rage or frustration or sadness; just insanity. I need to run away one morning and never return, not out of spite but out of cowardice and fear and exhaustion. I don't know what to do anymore. Or what to say. Or what to be. I don't know what to think. I can tell you the equation to calculate the inital position of a projectile, given the final position, acceleration, and velocity. I can tell you the facts in circulation about the Scott Dyleski case. I can tell you what vitamins are found in almonds! But I don't know anything about everything important. I don't know why life is so difficult at times. Or why people grow up to be complete fools despite "excellent" schooling. I don't know why people are pretentious or nervous or idiotic or gracious. I just don't know. What I do know, though, is that I'm tired. And that I've been tired for a very long time now. And I don't want to be tired anymore.
