That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.
My books ruin my life on a daily basis. Right now, A Dance With Dragons is killing me for the third time.
I love it.
I used to sneak some reading time at the MRT. Every time something—a death, some sort of violence, treachery, sometimes good news, what have you—came up, I’d close the book, breathe deeply while biting the inside of my cheek, frown or let a little smile come through, and try to regain composure as I resume reading.
I love it when you get lost in a book.
1: There’s a really, really ridiculously good-looking bald guy who goes off at the GMA-Kamuning station of MRT NB.
2: Said guy has symmetrical facial features, sharp and soft where appropriate. He also has a stud on his right earlobe and pins on his khaki backpack. The only thing I didn’t like about him is that he wasn’t mine. #wtf
3: I have a really bad and unattractive habit of licking my lips.
4: Said habit probably creeped out the other good-looking guy I happened to make eye contact with while doing it.
5: This hot and humid weather is not at all funny.