But the more time passes, all I can hear is the derision in his voice, and all I can think about is the fact that I’m shit at reading people and generally arse-backward when it comes to human nature. He even told me as much—told me what everyone’s always said: that I’m an idiot, I’m a freak, I can’t grasp the basic threads of behaviour that everyone else is weaving with. Oh, and that I’m a walking penis. Can’t forget that.
