[ WP ] All individuals receive the memories and knowledge of one of their randomly selected ancestors on their 21st birthday . Yesterday was your 21st birthday .

Cursed are humans, for we must carry the dark and lead-heavy burdens of our own memories, cursed twice are we humans, for when we live through twenty-one rotations of our pitiful rock around our pitiful Sun, we must carry the same load for our ancestors. 
 
 Cursed once for every human in my family lineage am I, for every member of such has had the horrible fate of inheriting the memories of his or her parent, who had inherited the memories of his or her parent, and so on until the first human, the entirety of the history of humanity crammed into the feeble mind of one man! They say it's a gift, they say that I have been... blessed with such infinite wisdom and knowledge and memories. Ha! Do they not know why the last memory of so many of my ancestors is to put the gun to their head, to kick out the chair, to swallow the poison, to jump off the bridge or cliff or skyscraper or what have you? I now clearly remember my father at the age of 21 bringing a torch to his gasoline-drenched-self, the horrible engulfment of flames, the smell of burnt flesh as if I was him. 
 
 Their melancholy, their anger, their frustration with the curse that the unjust universe had branded them with and their insanity... all like some horrible tsunami has engulfed me, and now, now I am drowning. 
 
 I no longer recognize my friends, my family, my partner, their faces muddled together with millions upon millions of years of faces. 
 
 This is where it ends. I have had no children of my own. I have no siblings, nobody can pass down this wretched curse anymore. I'm ending this. Goodbye.
