I enjoyed watching good-looking idiots looking at each other. A great spectator sport.
What do you want a clock for?” “To find out what time it is,” I said. “I think that’s the usual purpose.
Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.
...my conscience has the same hard reality as a unicorn.
I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.
I was good at being charming, one of my very few vanities.
Or was he saying, "Hi! Wanna play?" And I did. Of course I did.
Could this be the Apocalypse ?
What to wear? I could think of no guidelines on what we were wearing this season to a party forced on you to celebrate an unwanted engagement that might turn into a violent confrontation with a vengeful maniac. Clearly brown shoes were out, but beyond that nothing really seemed de rigueur.
been there done that, bought the t-shirt" Chapter 2
Detective, I don't know where the boyfriend is, really," I said. And it was true, considering tide, current, and the habits of marine scavengers. -Dexter
Whatever made me the way I am left me hollow, empty inside, unable to feel. It doesn't seem like a big deal. I'm quite sure most people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake it all. I fake it very well, and the feelings are never there.
I let it ring. I wanted to breathe for a few minutes, and I could think of nothing that couldn't wait. Besides, I had paid almost $50 for an answering machine. Let it earn its keep.
I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.
I am not shy about admitting my modest talents. For example, I am happy to admit that I am better than average at clever remarks, and I also have a flair for getting people to like me. But to be perfectly fair to myself, I am ever-ready to confess my shortcomings, too, and a quick round of soul-searching forced me to admit that I had never been any good at all at breathing water. As I hung there from the seat belt, dazed and watching the water pour in and swirl around my head, this began to seem like a very large character flaw.
Me, feeling. What a concept.
Nothing else loves me, or ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that is not a thing to love.
It's terrible to have to depend on someone else.
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