Flowers for Algernon.

Today I wish that I wasn't like Algernon. I don't want to be aware of how the world works. I don't want to have to listen to people's inane banter and pretend that I think it is worthwhile discussion. And then, I wish I could be like Algernon, slowly decaying; going back to a place oblivious to the world around.

The only problem is that Algernon dies in the end (and I don't particularly want to die) and that in order to slowly decay, one has to be aware of the decay. No Thanks.

I am left with no choice. I must sit, listen and pretend that I do not understand how the world works. How I wish that intelligence did not bring with it an acute understanding of how different one is to others.

This is my whinge, my selfish little rant for the day. It's because the tears don't come. They never do. *sigh*