a dorky little habit

i like to read. clarification---i like to read a lot. more so than other people. more than normal. i will read anything and everything, front to back. reading is the first activity i turn to when i am bored, restless, or just looking to escape.

having trouble dealing with people? can't figure a way out of a stressful situation? need a way to let my mind wind down? for me the answer always lies within a book. once i crack open the cover and start turning pages, my mind is free to create the world presented to me by the author. i laugh, i cry, i cringe, i experience what lies in those pages.

it's dorky i know. for me an ideal afternoon, rainy or sunny, is spent curled up comfortably with the edges of my fingers stained with ink from turning the pages of the current book i am reading. for me, a book represents possibilites----thousands and thousands of them. you can create events, people, and stories that would be wildly impossible in the real world, and can only be adequately captured in words; elegant, creative, and colorful words.

people don't understand this about me. they think that reading is something that i do because i'm "smart" or "nerdy" (from the less kind). they don't understand how i could possibly read for hours upon hours, and not move or have my concentration interrupted.

what they don't know is that things vastly more entertaining than real life are unfolding in front of me with every new page.