Tag Archives: books

Today is a Sad Day

Dear World,

What is your life’s blood?

I always thought I should answer this question with a reasonable non commercialized response, but alas I’m only human. My life’s blood is my books. My world beyond the reality of this one. Now why you ask is today a sad day. Well my Kobo breathed its last. Five years we’ve been together dancing across Sahara landscapes, fighting and conquering kingdoms, falling in and out of love. I’m terribly sad to see it go. For someone who spends so much time reading not having that book readily available is depressing to say the least. I suppose now I’m going to reread the classics from my childhood, since I haven’t bought a book a physical book in over five years. They’ll have to sustain me until I can find an eReader with a button to turn the pages. Turns out those are actually hard to find!

Until we meet again Kobo I’ll be dreaming about you.

Kindest Regards,

Your Closest Friend

P.S. Yes this is dramatic…no I’m not kidding.

Advertisements

Science at it again!

Dear World,

What type of introvert are you?

According to a very scientific study (Science Of Us) I’m considered a “Social Introvert”. Now, I probably would have said I’m a pessimistic introvert, but that wasn’t an option. I’ll talk about that some other time. Social introverts are the classic introvert. They like to stay at home and read a book or play on the computer, but also prefer small gatherings of friends over large groups. Well, science you’ve done it again because that’s me a nutshell. The classic introvert. Always the underachiever, but what can I say. The other options were anxious, restrained, and thinking. All of which I don’t really classify with. I may be socially awkward, but couldn’t care less about what people think of me. Therefore, I’m not an anxious person. Early mornings are my favourite time of day so restrained introversion doesn’t fit me. Finally, thinking introversion. I could get behind this classification if only for the fact that these are the dreamers of the introvert world. The ones who come up with stories in their head and picture themselves the hero of their latest book. What I don’t identify with is that this type doesn’t shy away from regular social gatherings. Put me in a room with 10 other people I need to talk to and I’ll have disappeared in three minutes flat. So, classic introvert I shall be!

Kindest Regards,

Your Closest Friend

Back to School

Dear World,

Why do I always dread the coming of school? But also dread summer vacation?

Change is hard on anyone and that’s what summer vacation or the beginning of the school year brings. I’m cruising, doing my own thing, getting into the groove of school or summer and suddenly the world feels like it’s okay to take me out of it. I’m being thrown into a new situation, I need to take the time to re-situate myself and fall back into a pattern. But change or disruptions in my life normally lead to lowered self-confidence. I worry, I over analyze and think to hard about whether or not I’m doing the right thing, speaking eloquently, or talking loud enough. So yes, maybe I do hate change. Maybe I enjoy the ease that comes with singular and predictable activities. Don’t get me wrong I love school and I love summer vacation. On the one hand school gives me leave to spend hours researching and learning on the computer, and summer gives me endless hours of reading pleasure. So really I quite enjoy both world…just need to readjust a little bit in the beginning.

Kindest Regards,

Your Closest Friend

Seriously, reading again!?! of course.

Dear World,

Why can’t my friends understand that I read because I like it and I’m not avoiding them?

Like doesn’t even begin to describe the way some people feel about books. If you borrow a book from a true book lover there are always rules you need to follow. Don’t bend the pages, don’t crease the spine, spill anything on it and you won’t even have a friend anymore. I’ve learned to love to read. Learned. As in I took the time to practice and continued reading until I got to a point where it was second nature. It gives me such joy to start a book that I don’t think it’s comparable to any other feeling. You can try to tell me I’m crazy, that I read too much, that I’m becoming a HERMIT, but I will never give up something I love this much because you feel like you need more attention. We’re friends, allow me to enjoy my moments of solitude and books, and in return I will give you all of myself and hold nothing back whenever we are together. This I can promise you.

Kindest Regards,

You Closest Friend