Anti-romantic Academic

Sometimes it’s the little things in life. Like adding a song to your playlist for your work friend because they mentioned they like the artist; or thinking about getting those freshly baked muffins from that one bakery cuz your little sister only likes those particular ones, or seeing a pair of socks with your partners favourite game characters on it and getting it for them.

Have you ever thought how many people we might have inspired, but will never know about it because they’re strangers. Maybe a nurse that took care of a young patient inspired them to become a nurse. A spokesperson inspired a boy to become more confident. We might never know these people, but to them we will always be a reason as to why they are where they are.

It’s just so crazy to think that humans just figured to make certain sounds with their voices and we all decided to make it a language, and what’s even more amazing is how we have so many languages derived from so many different types of sounds we can make.

Darcy this and Darcy that, bruh I want myself a Lizzy Bennet; sassy, loves books, will not hesitate to shoot you down, literally and figuratively,probably loves to stay at home.

Sometimes heartbreak isn’t experienced just from losing a lover; sometimes it’s at 3 in the morning and you miss your best friend that you don’t talk to anymore, sometimes it’s when you see a picture of a place you used to live in but you’re very far from it now, sometimes it’s from the stories and poems you read and hear about or when you miss the taste of a home-cooked meal. The human heart is so strong yet so fragile because although it is made of muscle we see and hear and listen and feel and love a bit too much about everything.

Sometimes I read so I don’t have to be stuck inside my mind with my thoughts, sometimes I read when I feel burnt out and feel like giving up and letting go of everything, sometimes I read when I feel like the world is against me and there’s no one I can rely on so I escape to a different world instead. But mostly I read because of the stories I can relate to, to the happiness, sadness, and struggles of people who exist only on paper and in my imagination.

You know that feeling when you’re in your room and you have your earphones one and you’re just dancing to a song. Or that feeling when taking late night walks or talking with friends for hours and not realising how time went by so quickly? It’s in these times that I fall a little bit in love with life, a little bit out of reality and makes everything a bit better.

When I die there’s not gonna be any will left behind, all you’re getting is probably my three thousand unread books which I spent all my money on.

Only thing keeping me going these days is my fantasy to live in a secluded mansion with my ten cats and secret library.

Fuck zodiac signs, which three fictional characters’ personality did you borrow ?

What I would give to see two authors from different timelines collaborate. Arthur Conan Doyle and Agatha Christie collab where Sherlock Holnes and Hercule Poirot solve a case together. CHAOTIC. They would get on each other’s nerves for sure. Or a story about Dracula and Carmilla where they’re the type of friends that repeatedly insult each other, all the while looking classy and rich af. ICONIC.

I have books I love; and then I have books that keep me up at night, thinking, analysing, arguing about a character’s choices, dreaming of ‘what if’ scenarios; people that I relate to on a personal level,getting into debates that at one point I don’t know if I’m arguing for a character or for myself.

It’s harder to take the easier path. When you’re living in a society that encourages grind culture. it’s harder for people to choose the easier path because we’re afraid of how society will view us as ‘weak’. But just because you took the easy way out doesn’t mean that you’re giving up; sometimes taking the easy way out means being kind to yourself and putting yourself first, it means patience to gain the strength to do what you want.

Sometimes I wonder if people are only kind because they are told that being kind leads to good karma and good things; so doesn’t that mean people are only kind because it benefits them? But then I remember a stranger running after me in the rain because I dropped some money, a cashier going the extra mile to help me with my things, a store manager helping when I didn’t have enough money on me and I think that kindness is a choice that we make but mostly it is a choice we make unconsciously; no ulterior motives whatsoever and most of the time our actions strive for good.

Therapy? Pfft who needs that when you psychoanalyse yourself after every mental breakdown ahahhaaha.

I have a huge amount of respect for authors who have the strength to kill off their main characters. Because in some stories death is the only peace and mercy that can be given to that character, it is the only way they can be at peace with themselves; as a person who loves the character, yes I would inevitably cry but as a reader who loves the story, I’d be content knowing that the author gave the readers an ending fit for the story and a lesson that not all stories have a happy ending. Tell me which story this was for you.