Today I realized the earth is really 2,000 years old. I thought it was more than that.
I am one of the greatest mathematicians ever in the history of mankind, with an I.Q. of well over 200, and a memory like a computer remembering details from when I was 2 days old.
And I calculated that the earth is 6005 years, 2 months at 30 days per month, 3 weeks, 6 days, 52 minutes, and 37 seconds, which I wrote all that part of the time until the last second, and when that second came I typed 7 so that it would be accurate at the time I finished typing the time concerning the earth that we inhabit, and live on, and dwell upon.
It took me 3 blackboards full of equations, being side by side, and understanding history, and genealogies, and 10 hours a day working for 83 years to figure this out, which I started when I was 10 years old.
Which I was so engrossed in my work, that I looked crazier than Albert Einstein, and anybody else for that matter, with hair that was wild all over the place, and so long that I was tripping over it, so I let it drag behind me to keep it out of the way.
I barely ate, barely slept, for while I only worked for 10 hours a day I had a hard time sleeping, for my mind kept rambling, and pondering, and wondering, trying to find out the age of the earth, for I knew when it was over that it would bring me fame and fortune like no other.
My appearance was that of a dead corpse, after 10 years of starting this 83 year journey, and did not bath, did not brush my teeth, wore the same clothes, and did not wash them, and my dad said it was a good idea for me not to go outside, for I would frighten the children, unless it was Halloween, or Veterans day, for I could pull it off as combat stress, for they did not know I was not in the military.
But now that is is over I regret doing it, for it did not gain me the fame and fortune that I thought it would, for the times have changed, and what would be great 83 years ago now does not seem to matter if you have the knowledge of it, or the impact I thought it would.
Oh I wish I could go back in time and start over, for I would of not took on this endeavor that nibbled at my brain like a rat, and OCD that would not quit thinking about it, and there was no rest, no relaxing, for even when I did sleep, and dream, I would dream of working on how old the earth was.
I did not have a job, and if my dad had not of been rich, I would of not been able to support myself, but my dad felt sorry for me saying I was mentally ill, and I said I'll show you dad, I sure will, for you do not know what you are talking about, but then I quickly added with all due respect sir, so he would not cut me off from my basic needs, for I figured if they could get away with saying something to their superior officer in the military as long as they included the with all due respect sir, I figured it would work with my dad too, and it did.
But when my dad passed away I was lucky to get support from other people.
I could of used my intelligence to do good for humanity, or be rich, have a beautiful wife, travel the world, but nooooooo, for I was so obsessed with trying to figure out how old the world was that it robbed me of my life, and nearly caused me to go insane, but I held on by a slender thread most of the time, and I did not crack.
So do not let this happen to you like it did to me, and rob you of your precious time by trying to figure out how old the world is, oh wait, what am I saying for I already told you, oh never mind.
Do I need to put a LOL, or do you people know I am kidding, for like some people say there is a sucker born every minute, but I know you people are not one of them.