Sunday, 15. March 2015
The break-down of our civilization
ell, 13:51h
It was monday, in the first break. I had taken out the novelization of Star Trek - The Motionpicture which by now I have finished reading and found back into the story. McCoy had just beamed aboard on the refitted USS Enterprise after a lot of protesting from his side and was now veering off about engineers and how they most likely had changed everything in his sick-bay and how Chaple was an MD now, but he needed a head nurse instead.
A classic Star Trek scene, that inadvertently made me smile. I read a little more slowly to bathe in the glory of the moment, while with one ear I was listening to the conversations around me, something I have made a habit of since the time when the boys in my class were always throwing around things, or rather taking stuff from other peoples desk to throw around.
Then suddelny a shadow appeared above me. I didn't stop reading, I can look up enough to see, what is in front of me, without stopping, one of the reasons I can read while I walk. And I saw one of the other girls leaning at my desk, and constantly typing on her smartphone, when suddenly she stared at me, her eyes wide with shock and she said:
"You did not honestly just laugh at that book?"
She actually said your book, but that didn't make it any better the way she emphasized book she included most of the other coments I've heard over the years including:
"Oh my God, she's reading a book."
"Why do you read that? You can watch it on TV."
or
"What is so funny about a book?"
That last one, together with the one from Monday and "Why are you laughing about a book?" always make me wonder about what has happened to our society.
Most of all, since when is it forbidden to laugh about a book? Or in generally to laugh about something you read? People don't laugh about books anymore, granted, they don't even read books anymore. They don't laugh about movies either. So what do they laugh about? People in reality shows who eat snails? Have we really come that far?
Or do those people never laugh at all anymore? Except maybe about people like me, who are so retarded that they still read books.
A classic Star Trek scene, that inadvertently made me smile. I read a little more slowly to bathe in the glory of the moment, while with one ear I was listening to the conversations around me, something I have made a habit of since the time when the boys in my class were always throwing around things, or rather taking stuff from other peoples desk to throw around.
Then suddelny a shadow appeared above me. I didn't stop reading, I can look up enough to see, what is in front of me, without stopping, one of the reasons I can read while I walk. And I saw one of the other girls leaning at my desk, and constantly typing on her smartphone, when suddenly she stared at me, her eyes wide with shock and she said:
"You did not honestly just laugh at that book?"
She actually said your book, but that didn't make it any better the way she emphasized book she included most of the other coments I've heard over the years including:
"Oh my God, she's reading a book."
"Why do you read that? You can watch it on TV."
or
"What is so funny about a book?"
That last one, together with the one from Monday and "Why are you laughing about a book?" always make me wonder about what has happened to our society.
Most of all, since when is it forbidden to laugh about a book? Or in generally to laugh about something you read? People don't laugh about books anymore, granted, they don't even read books anymore. They don't laugh about movies either. So what do they laugh about? People in reality shows who eat snails? Have we really come that far?
Or do those people never laugh at all anymore? Except maybe about people like me, who are so retarded that they still read books.
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quadrotriticale,
Sun 2015-03-15 14:57
The truely magical thing.
Also known as Why We Are Never Truely Apart, is that we experience the same things at almost exactly the same time, only with different people.
The book I was reading last week had around 700 pages and I didn't feel like taking it to school because my bag was heavy enough already, so I chose The Hitchhiker's Guide instead, because, I wouldn't leave the house without a book, you know that. So I sat on the bus, chuckling every now and then, because, Douglas Adams. Period. And I could feel the looks I got from the person beside me: a chick, just like with you, her smartphone in hand, what's-apping some one. Bet she texted "OMG I'm sitting on the bus next to like the strangest person ever: it's reading a book".
Honestly, those people miss the world.
As long as there's you and me (and this magical parallel :D), I have hope.
The book I was reading last week had around 700 pages and I didn't feel like taking it to school because my bag was heavy enough already, so I chose The Hitchhiker's Guide instead, because, I wouldn't leave the house without a book, you know that. So I sat on the bus, chuckling every now and then, because, Douglas Adams. Period. And I could feel the looks I got from the person beside me: a chick, just like with you, her smartphone in hand, what's-apping some one. Bet she texted "OMG I'm sitting on the bus next to like the strangest person ever: it's reading a book".
Honestly, those people miss the world.
As long as there's you and me (and this magical parallel :D), I have hope.
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