Most definitely. I've always been so tired of life. For as far back as I can remember. I may have had the vitality & energy of a child to some extent when I was younger, but that existential sense of fatigue & jadedness has been with me literally ever since kindergarten. During recess, I wouldn't run or play like the other kids. No, I'd just lean against a wall in some dark corner and hope no one would notice my near non-existent presence, and bother me with any of their childish nonsense. I was a world weary, grumpy, exhausted old man trapped in a kid's body. All I ever wanted was to hide myself away & wait for the end to come, like a decrepit codger on his deathbed. To this day, nothing has changed in that regard, other than getting ever so closer to becoming, physically speaking, the grumpy old man I was born to be. If there is such a thing as past lives, well, it would certainly explain a lot, frankly. Clearly there must've been a mix-up in the cosmic ordering system. Funny to think that the next plane of existence is mired in inefficient bureaucracy. Enough to make even Franz Kafka himself either laugh uncontrollably or sob like a madman, probably both.
