You were not born this way.

This was a choice.

You made this choice.

You were six years old.

"I want to be a shark" you said.

"Okay" I said.

You were not born this way.

But now you don't sleep.

Now you don't stop moving, ever.

Yesterday was your twenty third birthday.

You spent the entire party walking in tight circles around the kitchen and living room of my apartment as party guests made conversation.

Wikipedia tells us that sharks live somewhere between twenty and thirty years, but I'm still not completely certain on what human traits you retain.

You breathe air, after all.

Wikipedia tells us that humans live somewhere between thirty-nine and eighty-three years, but It seems to depend on what country you're born in.

People think you are stupid.

And they're not wrong.

Choosing to be a shark was a pretty stupid move, man.

People think you are a terrible monster.

I don't know what that has to do with being a shark.