Trials of the promethean curse

When I sit down and think about all the responsible things I had done and capable of doing, I ended up realizing the brutal truth that is what had been achieved is no way near being magical which is simply not good enough for smartass like me. Please do allow me to share with you my grief in a very humbly manner.

First of all, I thank God for giving me so much talent. Unfortunately, I could not live to up to the hype and after several weeks of deliberation a somber decision was made, I decided to neutralize my supernatural-powers and so I sat down with a psychiatrist. Here is some of her diagnosis on my fearsome powers.
1) I’m a gifted prodigy at dodging real problems.
Her comment: You live in a state of denial. Because of your monstrous egotism, you would blame anything except you when things are not going your way which is good considering you would not wasting time by feeling guilty and keeps your emo-ness in complete minimal. With this you would able to focus entirely on you pre-set priorities and you could be a millionaire by the age of 30 IN WHICH I MADE UP THE LAST PART.
2) I came out with an interesting theory on a daily basis and my latest (scientifically test proved) being the relationship between my name and my current level of laziness.
Her comment: Being a procrastinator is not at all a bad thing for you because when you are physically idle your mind swiftly enters into a realm-of-inner-metaphor-ism and your creativity tends to increase ten fold which explains the interesting theories that you had and your ability to made up stories in such realism that people would actually believe in you which does speak volume for your highly rated bullshitblog. This capacity is a subset of talent 1.
3) I flourish in talking the same bullshit to different group of friends or to same group on different occasions and impress them admirably.
Her comment: In today’s world, it’s imperative to have a good balance in both exaggeration and repetition of old shit. You manage to synchronize both and this could serve as a winning formula for success. This capacity is a subset of talent 2.

We ended our session in a quick 15 minutes because I do not think she is good at her job or she just being too sympathetic on my needs. I finished the conversation with a lofty “YOU HAVE NO IDEA ON WHAT YOU ARE DOING. YOU ARE THE WORST PSYCHIATRIST I EVER SEEN NOTWITHSTANDING YOU ARE THE FIRST ONE I MET. SHALL WE GO ON A DATE, INSTEAD?”

It’s sad to note that even people with supernatural-powers is not perfect and has its own flaw like Superman’s fear of kryptonite. I for one had far too many. The leader of all flaws, I JUST NEVER LEARNED FROM PAST MISTAKES. Don’t know. Don’t care. Don’t give a damn. Never have. Never will. How long will such immature ignorant act prolong in my utter shit world? How long would I need to suffer for my own stupidity? I could not help but feel disgusted and disheartened with myself for things that I keep repeating despite knowing it would lead me to the same shithole and my inability to learn time and time again left my loved ones in absolute repulsion and aghast and it’s a rather phenomenal mystery if you think about it that even a genius like me had no answer to. Mind you, it’s yet to be solved by our fellow thinkers as well.

This same fucking shit had me depressed far too many times. And when I’m depressed, I would spent a night in a brewery and when I spent a night in a brewery, I would be given the honor of a full-day hangover and when I have a full-day hangover, I’m depressed and the cycle would repeat itself all over again which does seems to has identical similarity to I JUST NEVER LEARNED FROM PAST MISTAKES. This on-going battle with depression was abruptly ended when my super-mother decided to take things under her own hands. “Enough is enough. You have to stop this” she said. Being my obedient way, I decided to publicly announce my intention to quit drinking with a hastily arranged press conference; I was almost in tears at that moment. 24 hours later after hearing my shocker, God was so angry that he decided to punish my country with heavy rains for the next few months and KL would be bloody flooded if no drastic action taken and left me with no choice but to sacrifice myself for the good of our people and the next minute I was in a drinking binge and we are back to square one, aren’t we?

To my fellow warriors, please do not give up and we will continue fighting no matter how long it takes us. To my two mates (names not to be disclose due to security reasons) who saved me from a shithole, dinner at my expense but go easy on the bill please.