You know, at one time some things just fall into place. Like a puzzle that suddenly 'clicks'.

Suddenly you see the bigger picture, you start to understand things on a deeper level because you see the picture clearly.

Not just random pieces of a puzzle, but the whole that you've missed before.

Yes, I hate my life. That is the only thought I can wholly support as my life flashes by like an old school picture movie.

God, they even show my birth in third person view. It's horrible to see myself getting born. I don't mean the endless pain, the trauma or the blood and gore that come with a birth. I meant that no one in this room wanted me to live. 

How do I mean that? Well, when your 'mom' and 'dad' are 16, and then decide one night, that they want to learn more about biology, specifically the human anatomy...They play doctor and patient, and apparently, that entails full-on intercourse.

I'm trying to put this in a friendly, not weird way, but basically, they fucked and forgot to use a condom or other forms of protection.

Then they went on to become stellar parents. Joke. They're the classic example of what parents should not be. First, they decide to 'keep' and 'raise' the child and then go into drugs and criminality. In this period I learned a lot about abuse and housekeeping. Basically, run the household or get smacked for being an 'ungrateful child'.  My father, who I will from here on out call sperm donor, got drunk once or twice a week and smacked my mom and me. You'd think I would develop a good relationship with my mother, whom I will from here on call egg donor, right? Well, could've if she wasn't always on heroin.

As I grow up, child care services took me away from home. And I can literally hear you say "Yes, now things are going to get better!". Well, tough shit, not happening. Police took me away from home and a social worker started looking for a foster home. Then a hearing by the police and later followed by a court case. The judge was actually rather nice and after hearing out the statements of my 'donors' he decided that I really needed to be separated from my 'donors' really quickly. Even the judge was fuming as my 'sperm donor' said he 'hadn't signed up for this piece of shit'.

The judge eventually took me in as his foster child. All happy days right? Guess what - still no luck. He took me in when I was 11 and raised me religiously. He taught me science was humankind exploring the laws of God. He died when I was 15. Only 4 years after he took me in. Before he died he had done all the paperwork to have me adopted and make me his only heir.

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Social workers left me one by one, as they felt I could handle myself. I had serious anxiety and couldn't bond with any of my peers. I was pretty damn lonely. I passed the days in the library and in church. Asking God why he took away the one good thing in my life, while science was my way of searching for eternal truths... An explanation...

In the end, I easily passed exams with the highest national scores. My GPA was to die for. Still lonely. No feeling of accomplishment or anything. Studying was simply a way to relieve boredom, to drive away the loneliness.

In the end, I died; 22 years of age. The newspapers reported the death of 'A Genius in the making', 'A great loss to the future'.

Teachers praising my accomplishments but not a single peer had anything to say about me. I was a loner, that didn't fit the paper's description of a 21st-century genius. 

The film was short and in my opinion not a second too long. There were no gains down the road for me. 

There was no goal to live for. I lived for the sake of another day. 

"Pretty unfortunate life there young fellow."

O great, now I've got someone spectating my tragic life. Dying wasn't enough, now people get to grab their popcorn as they watch the failing surgeons try and save me. They know it's hopeless, being hit by a truck and surviving was never going to happen with my luck.

Waaaait. I'm dead. I know I am. Then what is up with the voice? Do I get a lame voiceover, like we're watching a nature documentary? I'd prefer Morgan Freeman or Sir David Attenborough. But no, I get this unrecognisable voice. Just my luck.

He even seems somewhat cheery as he's going on about my life.

"... And that brings me to the following; you're getting reincarnated. Any questions?"

WAIT. Stop. WHAT did HE just SAY.

"Reincarnated?"

"For someone who thinks he's all that, you're not that quick on the uptake aren't you?" 

I swear I could hear an audible sigh right now.

"I'll explain one, last time, I'm not answering any more questions after this."

He seems annoyed, I should listen, I have a feeling I need to.

"I just told you, the cosmic balance of the planes is kept in order by balancing the energy of souls between the planes. Your astral body is just a lump of energy that is either positively or negatively charged. The sum of all parts must be more or less equal between the planes to keep it stable. Normally we'd wipe away your memories and gain a state of nirvana for your soul before we launch you into a new life on a different plane. But a dark mage found a certain magic tome, learned some forbidden runes and decimated half a continent as a result, all because a certain god forgot he left the tome in his world as he went exploring..Well anyways, time's up. Good luck."