I probably shouldn't read books about depression too much, but I am drawn to them like a flea to a dog's ass. This book is about a kid with mental problems. Since I haven't matured much since I was the protagonist's age, I feel similar to how he does a lot of the time. I just read the part when he eats LSD for the first time. He probably wishes that he could have lived in a time, or at least a place where people would understand the mind of a person who has been affected by a drug that recreates the way he normally felt. Then again, a lot of people who might understand would also be crazy and very annoying.
I have never liked a certain type of people. The people who try to be different just for the sake of being different. They do all sorts of outlandish things to try to prove to all of their clever friends how clever they can be. The have no idea how easily it comes to the truly weird. The things they put so much effort into come naturally to us. It is sort of entertaining, but at the same time very sad. The activities they find important, like chasing girls and putting people down for being weird, do not concern themselves with truly weird people. Real weird people are put in a precarious position by these legions of wandering sheep in wolf's clothing.
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