Think Like A Freak の小説・ストーリー

I couldn't have heard wrong, could I? "You have to. Because that's the only explanation for all your shitty ideas. Since your farts can't find an outlet, they must travel up your spine, into your brain and that's where shitty ideas generally come from." Yes. She did say what I heard her say and she rendered me speechless. Utterly speechless. I soon realized Fake Lizzy was not only peculiar but also flamboyantly frank. Barbarically frank. And simple. That actually worked for me in a way.

I wasn’t tired, not even close, I just had a lot on my mind, and I wanted to relax for a bit, take a break from the confusion, and everyone gawking at me. As I was about to clear my head and just shut it off for a few seconds, I heard Sandra “Did you see what she did? She probably got a face job and tummy tuck…such a freak!” It always amused me how peope were afraid of something they don’t understand, in an instant that thing is a freak or dangerous and should be disposed of or cast out of their community or even their close proximity but they always go out of their way to find something different or weird that they cannot understand.