I too am tired. I were ignorant again, that I could go to work, sing along with the radio, eat my lunch, go home, make dinner and go to sleep knowing only those things I wanted to pay attention to that day. Instead, I carry the weight of the knowledge of Good and Evil in my head and my heart. Instead, I yell at the radio, I violently throw my headphones across my desk each time our self-appointed royalty comes on the news, I cry for what our war dead would feel if they were here to witness how far we have fallen despite their sacrifices. Pretend it doesn't matter.
Ignorance is truly bliss, after all.
Oh, to have the freedom again to get involved in sticks and balls, and to cynically leave the political game-playing to those who have the stomach for it. Sounds easy enough. I sure would enjoy life more. But there's just one thing. His name is Nicholas.