Sometimes, I feel that my brilliance and intellect are almost too much for a single human. My wonderfulness is such a burden.
Sometimes, I wish I could understand why ignorance is bliss, so I could go find happiness.
Sometimes, I wonder why I’m so full of shit. My eyes are brown, after all.
Sometimes, I marvel at strokes of genius by others that lead me to see more clearly.
Sometimes, I see others struggling with concepts I find easy to comprehend. Why do they struggle, I think?
Sometimes, I can’t grasp something I should find easy. Is my mind going?
Sometimes, nothing at all makes sense.