And I say: I read books because books have taught me life lessons that I wouldn’t have learned otherwise. They taught me to think for myself, they taught me to revolutionize, they taught me that being a woman doesn’t mean I am a second class citizen and being a man doesn’t mean you are strong and with out faults.
Books taught me that everyone has a past, some more horrid then others but that a past should not always account for your actions now, whether they be good or positive.
Books taught me that love can exist and die, that heroes come in all shapes and sizes, that magic can exist even in the most mundane settings.
Books have fed my imagination. Books have cultured my soul, made references to life that deep thinking can only get too, in rather simplistic language. Books have taught me about my own human experience, about this journey that I am taking.
Books aren’t an “escape” for me so much as they are a reality.
Books are my lungs.
Books are my fuel.
Books tell me it’s O.K. to be human, the kind of human I want to be, not the kind of human everyone else wants me to be.
Do you ever remember reaching that moment during or right after high school or years down the line when you realised that you weren’t in high school so much as existing on the sidelines and attempting to glide through along the walls, hoping no one would notice you and if they did notice you, they would keep on walking or remain indifferent because you were just a piece of wall? At the very least you didn’t want a violent or harmful situation coming up because you knew you just knew that if you were any bit more weirder, if you let your hair grow out longer or buzz cut it, or talk in Klingon or became a Buddhist or something you wouldn’t be a piece of wall to look over.
You’d be a victim.
Do you ever remember leaving that place? I mean, in University, in a job, do you still find yourself using the wall as support to blend in?
I finally watched Sherlock (the movie today) and I enjoyed it! Although through out the entire movie I kept going “REALLY” because, I mean, O.K. I know John just got married but, as my friend who isn’t into the whole “Sherlock” fandom sort of thing said to me once, “They’re so bromance they boarder on homosexuality”.
So yeah. Although (on a fashion-y note) I really loved Mary’s dress in that movie. BEAUTIFUL.
Now on to what I wanted to talk about:
I know this probably wasn’t intentional, but I couldn’t help but find myself watching Sherlock fall in Switzerland and seeing the parallels between the last episode of the season on BBC Sherlock. I mean, the look when Holmes and Watson saw each other, the way the fall happened. The words John and John used about Holmes (although I thought BBC John’s were definitely poignant). My heart felt all the cries.
Also Mycroft, amazing character. Stephen Fry can continue to exist.