Melissa says...
Blogging is a very private endeavor, by virtue of it being a written expression of your soul.
Yet at the same time, blogging is an incredibly public endeavor. ... How can something so intrinsically good and open and downright illuminescent — you learn about yourself, when you write — withstand the ravages of the open internet?
... and I agree with her. This has nothing to do with my strange joy of a perfectly sharpened pencil. Well, maybe a little.
You, who make my life so god damned difficult.
The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning.
She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold.
You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not.
But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am...
You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied.
So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.
Discovered on Facebook - Originally posted on Thought Cataloge by Charles Warnke
