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my friend drove me home from school today and out of nowhere his mom gave me a bagel but it wasnt just any bagel it was cINNAMON BAGEL WITH CRUSTED AND POWDERED SUGAR ON IT AND WHEN I ATE IT I SAW JESUS
IT TOOK ME TWO HOURS TO EAT IT BECAUSE IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD AND OH MY GOD I AM SO EMOTIONAL THAT THIS BAGEL IS OVER I DIDNT WANT IT TO BE OVER I WANT ANOTHER ONE SO BAD BUT I DONT KNOW WHERE HIS MOM GOT IT OR LIKE DID SHE MAKE IT HERSELF????????????? I DONT KNOW I WANT TO CALL AND ASK BUT IS THAT BAD MANNERS LIKE WHAT DO I DO I WOULD SHANK A VILLAGE OF ACTUAL HUMAN BEINGS FOR ANOTHER BAGEL THIS WAS THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY LIKE WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE
Why I like books
I like books. All kinds of books. I’ll pretty much read anything, despite my hesitation towards some. But I don’t just read because I have to. I read because I want to.
Books distract me. In class I can’t pay attention because I’m reading. My teachers and other students tell me to put the book down and listen. I don’t though. I never do. I want to keep reading so I don’t have to stay in chemistry. Why would I want to be in a world where I don’t understand anything? That’s a major reason why I like books. When I read a book, I’m in a different world, living a different life. A life planned perfectly out. A life with a beginning, middle, and end. One that’s predictable due to the summary printed on the back. I like books because it’s like getting to choose your life. If you don’t like the way things might turn out you can just put it down. Stop worrying about it. Ignore it. But with real life, you have to push through. You have to deal, cope with it. And sometimes that’s hard to do. That’s why I like books. Everything ends up prefect in the end, even if it’s not the way you would’ve picked, it’s still perfect.
Another reason I like books is that they’re like movies in my head. I’ve had people ask me, “How can you read so many books?” Simple. I picture it in my head. It’s not just words on a page. When I read the defining characteristics of a character I picture it. Say a book read, “He was short, but in an appealing way. His tan skin was always over exposed due to his lack of wearing a shirt. Dirty blonde hair was cut short, but not so much so that you could see his scalp. Thick eyebrows shadowed over short blonde eyelashes that framed his green eyes. The boy had a cut body; some might say he looked sculpted due to his model like perfection. But I knew better. I knew about the long scar above his knee. I knew about the freckle on his bottom lip. I knew where on his back there was a perfect shiny spot because of a BB gun accident a few years back.” Did you see him? Or did you just read about him? That’s the difference between seeing the body of a book and just reading it.
Of course I have other reasons as to why I love reading, but those are the two that really stand out to me. Next time you pick up a book, remember to picture what’s happening. Remember that you’re no longer living your life, but living some else’s, even if your just watching it from the outside.