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The Bookworm Laments

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We all know the advantages of being a Bookworm – the richness of imaginative experience (a.k.a. day-dreams), the broadening of horizons (a.k.a. someone else’s ideas), the constant friend always by your side (a.k.a. book) and vast built-up reserves of general knowledge (a.k.a. trivia). But who talks about the disadvantages, huh? Besides the all-pervasive semi-myth about geeky bookworms (Simply stated, the myth goes Bookworms are geeky), who can speak, off-hand, about the problems, the real problems?

Think about it – you excavate your nose from the Lord of the Rings (the one they made the movie on, yes) and realise that in the past hour, your mom has volunteered you for dishwashing duty, your boyfriend has left you (you’re not sure why, you weren’t paying him any attention) and a little dog has begun to gnaw on your ankle…  It’s just so easy to get lost in the make-believe worlds the authors lay down for you – for that matter, it’s easy to lose yourself in a book of general knowledge, if you have the right Worm-mindset (which all Bookworms do). You lose out on the real world.

Actually, this wouldn’t be such a tragedy if it were the only problem – after all, you just have to sit down and read every newspaper for the last three years, and you’ve caught up!

The real big whopping problem a Bookworm faces is the Non-Bookworm. The Non-Bookworm can be intelligent, dumb, cool or dweeby. It makes no difference.

Picture this – you blissfully hold your breath as the hero jumps the villain and proceeds to prove why he’s the hero. The drama and tension increase till you are on the edge of your seat – when suddenly a curious voice asks, “What are you reading?” Having received your hasty answer, the Non-Bookworm is not satisfied. “How many books do you read in a week?” “How can you read such thick, fat books?” “How can you read so much?” “Don’t you get tired, just reading-reading?” “Have you read this book before? You have? Why are you reading it again?” “What will you read next?” And finally, the No-brainer: “You know, I can’t read like you do.” (Duh.)

Worse yet (!) is the Non-Bookworm Best Friend. The one who believes that all your reading is excessive, and that you need to get a life (mere breathing and pulse-rate is not proof of life). “Come on, you! Put that stupid book away – let’s go have some fun!” (This always bewilders, since you think that you already are having fun). The friend continually knocks books out of reach, refuses to keep quiet and give you any peace, is always trying to have very noisy fun - by your standards, that is…

Worst of all (yes, there’s more!) is the Non-Bookworm-adult disapproval. Parents, teachers, mentors, grandparents all shake their heads and mutter “What she will do with her life, I don’t know. Always reading, reading, reading. Lost in some dream world.” Poor you is constantly reminded that exams are looming near, that no one can afford to lose a year, that reading so much is not healthy (You’ve never even suffered from the common cold, but no one pays any attention to that). After a while, even you, despite your habitual lack of attention, can repeat all these speeches by heart.

It’s a worm’s – sorry – It’s a dog’s life, being a Bookworm… The stress is so bad, you’ll need to read something to get away from it all.
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Rax-177's avatar
Yup.
Is it really so hard to understand the joys of re-reading I ask you?
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RomaV's avatar
What's the point of buying books at all if you won't reread them? People can be so obtuse!
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ColorMeBeautiful5's avatar
That is so true!
Its fantastic to get lost in an imaginary world and forget all your problems, but then people have to interrupt you, and try to spoil your fun. Then all the Non-bookworm people can never understand and your non-bookworm best friend just doesn't get it. :/
You said it perfectly.
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RomaV's avatar
Thank you. :)
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MonkeyMadman's avatar
I can really relate to this. Especially the annoying Non-Bookworm and the Non-Bookworm Best Friend who simply can't understand how fun reading could be.
I have the luck of having a Bookworm aunt though ;)
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RomaV's avatar
My mum has begun making noises about giving second-hand bookstores my books to make space and get rid of "clutter".

My heart breaks!

Thanks for the comment.
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MonkeyMadman's avatar
My condolences. :'( I'd probably cry if my mom got rid of my books. Why not hide them under your bed?:D
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nohnohnahnoh's avatar
u can be a reasonable book worm !
well..i used to..not anymore nyways!! i read 2 books aweek..i finish all the books i have..i start rereading them..i have over 12 stacks of books..novels..politics.. physiology. u tell me a line, and i remember the whole book LOL :]:]
i love my life this way..its not a dog's life!

i liked the end though..we need to read sth to get out of that stress lol :D no hope! its all about reading!!
good job..keep it up :D:D
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ShadowShogun50|Hobbyist Traditional Artist
yay! I love it since I agree with it mostly with the First paragraph ^_^
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2panda-bear2|Student General Artist
i love your bookworm lament!

i have a non bookworm best friend too though hes more of a non fantasy bookworm alwasy asking "why do you read those?" ug!
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RomaV's avatar
I had a boyfriend like that. He was seventeen. :)
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2panda-bear2|Student General Artist
lol wow
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xXLulu-PansyXx's avatar
Yeah, bookworms! God thing for me, my dad actually likes reading (he was a nerd) and has a whole libraries´ worth of sci-fi books. Ah, yes, but my friends are annoyng. Sometimes I´m like, "Just shut up and let me finish my book already! I have only 52 pages left!" Good thing I work at the library, so I have SOME solitude. :)
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You know what sucks? My parents are bookworms too! Or at least, they were once. Then they "grew up" and stopped. They still read, but they just have, well, things they must do and stuff. Mostly I think that if they hadn't had kids they'd still be bookworms. But they've to feed us and clothe us and generally take care of us when we have nervous breakdowns (go us!).

Anyway. Whenever I get around to rewriting this - a project which I've planned since I wrote it back in godsknowwhen - I shall talk about kids. And how they are obviously evil, what with needing to be fed.

Fifty two pages is not much at all, TalkingTooMuch People!
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xXLulu-PansyXx's avatar
Yeah. Like my Dad hasn´t read much of anything in a while. Kind of weird, but the last thing I remember him reading is the last Harry Potter book. And my Mom just isn´t much of a reader. :( But I find it weird that, at my old school, people used to watch me read. o.O And ask me what page I´m on every five minutes.
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ankokuketsueki1000's avatar
Ah yes, my non book wormy friend cara always make sure that I'm unable to enjoy the book I'm reading. >,> I don't even think she owns a single book in her house. Being a bookworm is fun. Oh, and what about those parents who think you should only read textbooks? Like mine.
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I'm not sure where to classify them. I think mine are currently in a mode where they worry that I do not socialise enough, that I shut myself off from the Real World. So even when I am reading proper shit like newspapers they get that I-Love-My-Baby-Girl-But-She-Is-Overfunctionally-Literate look. That look makes me sad.
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ankokuketsueki1000's avatar
I hate that look, although they only give me it when I'm not doing something educational
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RomaV's avatar
:( Life's a bitch. :)
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russianhydra's avatar
I wonder if any non-bookworms are gonna get around to commenting on this wonderfully accurate piece of writing.
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RomaV's avatar
I think I might be embarrasedly aggressive if they did.
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Cat-of-the-Skies's avatar
This is basically the story of my life. And I have non-bookworm friends. And they have asked me those questions. Normally, they ask me whenever I have a book with me. Which is normally 24/7. So I've lately taken to thwacking them with the book when they pester me.
You captured the essence of the bookworm perfectly. I'd give you a medal, but I'm too busy reading. xD
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RomaV's avatar
We don't need medals, we carry books. :)

My mom has taken - very recently - to saying "Be in the moment, not in the book" whenever we're in the car and I'm reading. I don't really see why a bunch of cars and bikes and people outside the car are so much more real than the world I'm reading about inside. I'm more cut off from those outside people. I'm in the car, they're outside. No connection between us. People think that reality is somehow tangible. It's not.
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FlashFour's avatar
I love this. I am a bookworm, but luckily I have bookworm friends. You put the obnoxiousness of the 'non-bookworm' perfectly.

Great job.
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