Weird Sayings Novels & Stories

American idioms have always been a puzzle to me, and my confusion must show because she lets out a small, humorless laugh. “It’s just an expression,” she says, brushing her hair back from her face. “It means I don’t really have a choice. It’s like being stuck between two equally terrible options.” She pauses, her lips pressing into a thin line before continuing, her tone laced with bitterness. “In my case, it’s either sell my uterus to a stranger or let my dad die a slow, horrible death.”

"What makes you ask that?" "Some of the kids at school talk about me. They say I'm too mature for my age. That I act like an adult sometimes." My heart squeezed. "You're not weird, Maya. You're special." "Special feels the same as weird." "It's not. Special means you have gifts other people don't have. That doesn't make you weird. It makes you extraordinary." Maya leaned against me. "Sometimes I wish I was just normal. Like the other kids." "Normal is overrated."

They really were amused by my words. “Are you stupid?” One of them said between laughs, shaking his head as though I had just told the most absurd joke imaginable, “Do you even understand what you are saying? We were hoping you would defend yourself by saying something normal, but this is the best you could come up with?”

I said everything in one breath before I failed myself. A sharp, disbelieving laugh crackled through the speaker. “Come off it, my friend. What sort of joke is that? I’ve never heard of a wolf becoming dormant just because she isn’t getting fucked. Why should yours be the first? Stop with these childish excuses and embarrassing the family name.”

But then again so was everyone else. “He’s the dude broiest bro ever in the history of dude bros dude.” I yelled back at her. Ahhh… yep. Totally drunk. Sara shook her head seriously. As if anything I just said made sense. “Dude you’re so right.” She said. Sloan chimed in then. “Dudes a weird word!” She shouted. We all agreed and started laughing. “Duuuaaddee” Abbey said. “Dude .. dude .. doodie dude.” Sara tried.

She reached for Dante's t-shirt, and the man pushed his wife's head. "You this silly wife of mine, I wonder how you keep talking nonsense with a straight face." "Are you saying I am stupid?" "Why will I say my love is stupid? I only said you are talking nonsense." "It's the same thing, as nonsense and stupid, when a person says nonsense, it simply means he is stupid." Dante came closer to Barbara and pushed her hair behind her ear. "Do you know, I love you more when you are paranoid, you look super cute and I kind of think, I should make you angry all the time.'

Max and Luke said in union. She looked at them funny, and said. "You both are weird" "That we are" again, they said in union. All three of them laughed after that.

However, I am not mistaken in one thing-it is. "Questionable logic. That feeling may not be there. Maybe you think it is. – It may seem to me, but it does seem to me, doesn't it?" – True. – You can't get rid of that feeling. It's like it's following you. However, this feeling is sobering, helps to understand that we do not understand everything in this world. If we understand anything at all. Memorable thought about what the Weirdo had told him. After all, it's really as if we were left to fend for themselves and not given a guiding map. Maybe we, like blind kittens, we do not see, where we go, why we go and why we go?

, he said and I felt relieved to know someone knows and cares about my predicament. "Michael, you should sleep at your dad's office, are you ok", someone said tapping me as I slowly opened my eyes to see Brother Joe, who happened to be one of my dad's workers. I can't believe I just went into my imaginary world. I only imagined my dad lecturing me about my feelings, Oh Lord of Mercy, please guide my imagination realm', I said inwardly We only ended our conversation when I cited some of the reasons why I can be happy. He left only for me to be imagining a lecture in my head. 'I am weird', I mused.

I only hesitated for a second before following the weird noise. Some time ago I heard a saying that goes something like 'Curiosity kills the cat'. Up until that moment, I didn't realize how much of a cat I am.