“That’s amazing!” she said. “God, everyone else is like these automatic windup toys.” “But I feel like other people are seeing and perceiving and synthesizing, and I’m—I’m not doing any of that!” “You’re doing something, boy, let me tell you. I think mainly people have opinions on, Well, what do you think about abortion? Everybody we hang out with is pretty competent at vaguely intelligent party talk, but you say things that help me think better, you know?” I shrugged, but inside was filled with something new, and prayed that what she said was true.
