Idiot Brain Novels & Stories

“Given your intellect, I would have to be either stupid or an idiot to make you kill or do something illegal. Sherry was offended when he commented on her intellect.

She even requested her father to let Zack Flint becomes his heir which made Paulo Flint happy of his children's harmonious kinship. But, Psyche Flint's reason made Paulo Flint staggered and twitched his lips, "Because I'm dumb, clumsy and timid!" she exclaimed while facing her father. Paulo Flint had the urge to hit his daughter's head because of her silly reasoning. He didn't even know why his daughter has dumb personality with high IQ of 196. Fortunately, his son is sensible and matured which made him feel assured that his daughter's judgment is right.

It's so much faster to get to the daycare centre from his place instead of all the way from Rosewood. So I tricked him into going around the neighbourhood and finally back to the highway. Muahaha, idiot. What an idiot rich guy. What's all those muscles for if you're stupid like this. Big muscle with teeny tiny brain. *** ... I think, uhm I think I am just imagining this.

He put all this together to prove to me how serious he is? I am such an idiot. I can’t believe I thought he was running around on me, and I was about to break up with him. I am such an idiot. “Chelsea what’s wrong? You look like you’re not happy?” “No, Jeremy, it’s not that, it’s just…. I’m an idiot.” “No baby you’re not. Talk to me. What made you think that you are?” “I would rather not. It’s embarrassing. Can we just forget about it, and you tell me what else you have planned for tonight?”

Matthias There’s a reason why dealing with idiots is exhausting. Sure, expecting too much often leads to disappointment rather than satisfaction, but I’m fairly certain every person is at least given a brain to think. Some just choose not to use it, letting it rot into nothing more than dead weight in their skulls. And the worst part? They don’t even realize it. They move through life making the same mistakes, refusing to take responsibility, blaming everything and everyone except their own incompetence. It’s almost impressive—the mental gymnastics they go through just to avoid admitting they’re the problem.

“If that’s what you think, Miss Genius, but FYI, our brain is more stupid than our heart.” I chuckled, looking up at the sky as I wondered what would make my heart do to make my brain stop from doing right.

I won't say more; it's enough if I let him know I'm aware we won't be the only two in this office. And, man, does he look freaking amazing now? Sure as fuck he does. His eyes dart on me and widen the moment the question sinks in. I still don't understand why men like Sarah's father assume I'm an idiot or something. Technically, I don't give a shit about what they think, but then there are a few facts. For example, as obvious as I am about my plans and actions, for the most part, I should have some brain cells to pull off even a tiny part of the shit I cause. I'm actually really fucking smart, but I prefer to be seen as stupid since that makes my enemies underestimate me.

Can't you think the same about me? ∆∆∆∆ "Aa pagal! Kya kar rahi hai?" (Hey idiot! What are you doing?) My bro said as he saw me banging my head to the wall. "Kuch nahi....tu ja!" I yelled. (Nothing....you leave!) "Idiot!" He spat and went away. IDIOT! IDIOT! IDIOT! I'm such a huge, enormous, gigantic-idiot! He told me his about his feelings soo sincerely but what did I do?!

I stood up and copied the way he walks putting my hands in my imaginary pant pockets. "CaLl mE Mr. HaRDiNg! Because if you call me by my first name I will lose it and throw tantrums like a fucking three-year-old!" "I am the worst! I am a human version of period cramps" I was enjoying this. I went on a few more minutes, roasting him alone. "I'm the proof that God has a sense of humor!" "I think I was dropped on my head when I was a baby... No, no, I didn't just drop. I was thrown in the air, smacked by the ceiling fan, and tossed out of the window! That is why I have half a brain"

At the end of the speech of the middle-aged man who seemingly ran off in the middle of experimentation, his tone was already so sarcastic he could even rival Agatha's AI. Paul had hardly restrained himself from glaring at the doctor. "Sir, you're not getting my point. I have the capability to back up my words." "Oh? What made you think so? Your little knowledge about the promiscuity system and how you are still not hunted down by it? Good for you. Your ego and imagination are as vast as the universe, probably only one level away from the vastness of humanity's ever so famous trait, stupidity. I wonder if it means your brain is slightly tilting to the creative side. Ah, wait, I'm recalling wh