In particular, related to everything

Yesterday, I found a dead rat frozen on the sidewalk and decided to walk in the direction of its tail. I could have gone for the nose, but it was somehow counterintuitive. Like the feeling when the hairdresser presents the back of your head. I always contemplate whether I should ask her not to show me. I really don’t need to know; the one question I didn’t have.

Sometimes this feeling finds me at night when hormones rain upwards on the inner of my skin. They tingle and sweat.

—What‘s your weird?