GENIUS

Realization

Wattney's diary entry:

18 March,1975
I am having a wierd feeling since a few days. It's like depression is overtaking me. Or maybe I'm just over thinking a lot.... I feel like I'm wasting my life ....like it's just being drained in a stingy gutter. I know I'm suddenly being too philosophical but see...I  used to hate diary writing but today Im sitting and filling it. My mind tells me to do something that is remarkable and .....and like a benchmark of my life. I have never done anything useful before ... Just wasted my life. And I think James is also going through something similar . I come to know from his actions and behaviour nowadays....
I don't what it is.. just tired of thinking. I just feel too wasted to do anything. Such an uneducated weeny brat I am.!😢.
Goodbye. Can't even tell my silly woes to anyone. They just won't understand.... Maybe James will....
Let's see...
Life is sad
                                               Wattney.
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James: diary entry
18 march 1975.
Wierd wierd wierd. I don't get wat is coming up my whacky brain but it's just too wierd. Like I am changing. A lot. I just want to cuddle up and sleep In bed. Or do something like draw,doodle,something girlish...... I don't know. Thrill gone. Excitement gone. Risk factor gone. Nothingness left. I will have to tell Wattney about this sooner or later. I hope he understands.......
😢Sudden turns in life..
                                                   James.

P.S. the other day there was this program called numbering jacks coming on tv ,something about mathematic calculations ......and u know wat? I liked it. I skipped my WWF match for that show.Surprising right??
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It was raining outside. Heavily. But neither Wattney nor James were aware of the weirdness of it. Because they were deeply thinking of their own weirdness. They did not see the sharp glare coming from the rain drops. They failed to notice the purple coloured clear liquid getting collected In the household drain and most of all the fact that it was raining purple only over their respective apartments and not on their neighbours,went unnoticed from under their noses.

That night James and Wattney slept with a burden on their heads. A burden of realization . A burden of change. A burden of not knowing what was happening to them. And a burden of loneliness.
They had changed and transformed without knowing that they had.
It sure was wierd.......