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Ever wonder why we read? Reading, among others, is an infinite task. You can never read enough, just like you can never stop eating. NOW satisfaction does not guarantee THEN satisfaction. You can be full after a plentiful buffet but it never last long as your craving of hunger continuously growls.
So why read then? One sure reason is it makes a great tanle conversation. However this varies from a table of close friends, to a table of strangers, to a table of petential partners. It is safe to say that knowledge of books would be a waste if the table is of brainless people or no-string-attached sexual partners, unless it is about karma sutra and the like.
Does reading make you smarter? Is it addictive? Even if you read multiple versions of encyclopedia, all you ever be is more knowledgeable than others, and the possibility of being labeled as the infamous walkie-pedia, unless if you cycle all the time then only you can claim to be encyclopedia, or the E in the word FREAK or NERD. Similarly to ‘work smart and not hard’, choosing the right reading materials is crucial, and applying what you’ve read may shed some light on how smart you might be. Ever ponder why coffee bar is found boomingly in a bookstore? It is a platonic scheme. The more you drink the more you can sit comfy and read. The reverse can be said as the more you read the more coffee you buy (I never said this is an economist’s theory).
To steall a thread from a friend’s blog, can reading be sexy? More importantly where and what do good-looking people read? On a rule of thumb they are almost never be seen in the classical or self-help literatures sections (and no, I never step into that zone either, other than the time I had to pick up Ulysses for a project paper). But they can be found exclusively at the magazine’s section. One can easily determine the person’s intellectual and personal taste, and in a strict observation one can even identify their sexual preferences! Though Men’s Health is catered for men in general, it is profoundly intriguing to notice that most gay men (by ratio as to heterosexuals) would browse, ogle, or purchase it.
No matter how desperate you are, in a bookstore, the chance to look for anything remotely close to a sexual/relationship encounter is zero. Most people are enslaved by the spoil-for-choice selections and indulged in the book as if any minute they might start eating it off their hands. I’d say most.
It is understood that although you might be standing dangerously close to the next person, READING and nothing more, small talks or whatever pick-up lines are very rare. The day some stranger (preferably cute ones) strikes up a conversation in a bookstore with me would most likely be the day I find a leprechaun riding on a unicorn in my backyard (just to be on the safe side). Come to think of it, self-masturbation is closely reflected in bookstore etiquette. You feel each other presence, yet you never intrude on the others’ territory; whilst their response is motivating you to do the same, with equal enthusiasm. Your satisfaction is dependable on your own action and at your own pace. You may cum/leave anytime you like once you’re done. Hypothetically you can say reading is sexy, with a little imagination and eye candy, that is.
