The Story of HUTSU Part 2

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The klutz, now left alone, couldn't give up.

Even when told that,

"Really?! You've felt like life is hard before, right? It's just that all the normal people have these faces that say they're good at living!!"

I persisted, and they replied,

"Hmm, well, there are tough times, but I forget about them when I sleep."

"Also, you're overthinking it, klutz! You've got too much free time! Haha!"

They said with a laugh, and it was truly dazzling.

Damn you, HUTSU!! Damn it!

And so, the klutz became a mother while still being a weirdo, and nothing had changed. (Even though I believed life would get easier once I became an adult! Damn it!!)

Unlike in school, I had started to be able to find people who seemed to share my sensibilities and become friends with them (though very few).

After becoming a mother, I asked others again (I never learn).

Then that child...

"Being normal is an E-difficulty task..."

"Being normal is an E-difficulty task..."

By the way, after this person got married, it turned out her husband had quit his job without telling her and had accumulated debt, so she became a single mother and struggled through it. She's also the one who orders a lot of fries.

The klutz felt a little less lonely.

Life is still hard, but I'm not the only one.

I wish I had heard this sooner. I want to tell the klutz from back then.

A little while ago, I asked my son, too. Around the time he was in eighth grade.

Then,

...

"There's no such thing as a normal person, is there?"

"There's no such thing as a normal person, is there?"

My son... how did you know that?

Even though you were born from a klutz, was it in your textbook? Are you a child of the age of diversity?

It was a shock. I had found another comrade.

By the way, after that, something like

And they were kind of angry. Lol

Is there actually no such thing as HUTSU...?