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Three reasons why reading is seriously detrimental to social life

I have always loved to read. I say this not to brag, because we do not see anything extraordinary in this, it is a simple fact. I love to read as much as I love ice skating, playing the piano, and then mice with old bottles and egg cartons. Except that none of these passions I have never taken so much trouble as my infatuation with books.

you wonder how this is possible? Do not be surprised too, that these are carried only three episodes, but I assure you that there are many, many others ...

Case no.1: Animal Farm (George Orwell) or here as began my hatred of nuns

Location: Classroom catechism of the church of my country

Period of time: long time ago, just turned twelve

Sister: since my mission in life is helping others, making all children feel special and loved, I will start the year wondering what book you read during the winter holidays, only to humiliate one by one the lazy that they spent all their time to devote a demonic pastimes such as watching TV and collect calling cards.

Child no.1: I read If this is a man, lady sister of a certain Prime Lesti or something.

Child num.2: it's called Primo Levi, stupid! Also I read If this is a man, Sister Mary Clarence.

num.3 Child: I too, me too!

Sister: very good, all children are wonderful! And you're all that silent, however, what you read?

Enlil: (bored) Animal Farm, Orwell.

Sister: (puzzled) ...

Sister: and did you like?

Enlil: yes, very much.

Sister: ... well ... and had many figures?

Enlil: (confused) ... I do not think so.

Sister: Sure ... obvious ...

The next day

Mommy: How strange, now Sister Mary Clarence to church stopped me to talk to me.

Enlil: You know how I made these sisters, always caring for others, deliver good deeds as if they were peanuts and stick their nose into everything.

Mom: He said something strange, the kind that kids should read things appropriate to their age and that at some point you should set aside books for children.
Enlil: ...

Mom: He also mentioned something about a psychologist who specializes in such cases. I have no idea what he meant.

Enlil ...

Enlil: I want to become an atheist.

Case No. 2: Perfume (Patrick Süskind) or here as my mother began to refuse to have a daughter

Location : my house

time periods: the sunset of my seventeen years

Connect my mother came to get a cup of coffee: how many books you have on the shelves! You must be a true lover of literature.

Mom: (proud) are in fact all of my daughter, she is the reader of the family.

Enlil: (busy watching TV and slashes the characters of Buffy) ... what? Yes ... as you say ...

colled hateful to my mother, really? And what is the last book you read?

Enlil: Man Spike, when are you going to jump on to Angel?! Um ... this is Profumo, I think ...

hideously sweet of Colleague my mother seems so romantic ... a title that speaks of?

Enlil: (distracted) is the story of a murderous brand with a fetish for smells that will eventually be eaten up by a mass of homeless junkies cannibals.

Link diabeteggiante of my mother ...

Mom: uh ... I assure you that we have done everything possible for her.

Case No. 3: The game Angel (Carlos Ruiz Zafon) or here is how my grandfather began to look at me oddly

Location: my grandparents' house

time periods: five days ago, family lunch

Enlil: (innocently, referring to the page. 25 of the book) What does the word masturbation?

Grandpa: (spitting andatogli across the veal with tuna sauce) ...

Grandpa: (shocked) What the hell's books do you read?!

Despite my many encounters with the normal civil society, I assure you that I'm not going to discourage me. I will continue with impunity to read this that appeals to me - slash and yaoi fanfiction including - and each time that an old uncle looked at me diserederà or going in a strange way, it will be like a new bravery on my chest, or at least will be served to make you laughs at my expense!

Should I Got To Work With Chest Infection

Books, paranoia and sexy shirts

After so many resumes, interviews and hard work I managed to find a job for the book fair. The fact that it was taken only because a friend of mine is doing an internship at a magazine that will be attending I further confirmed my belief of how things work in the world of work.

Friend: I was told that looking for people to work from eight in the morning until eleven at night.
Enlil: No problem. I will paste the foot to the floor and I will not leave even to go to the bathroom. Protect the stand at the cost of my own life!
Friend: They also said that the salary is ridiculously underpaid and poorly delivered at a date specified in the distant future.
Enlil: Perfect. What is a pittance compared to the salary as free passes to the fair and the opportunity to be submerged by the culture, getting lost, even affogarcisi?!
Friend: They also said to dress so tight.
Enlil: ... Here's what I

wrong in all my interviews, I did not never put skirts and necklines inguinal dizzy. And I thought the problem was my being not yet graduated or who have the annoying habit of sweating profusely under stress.

Apart from that I thought of going to work at the book fair and not a motorshow where tits, ass and legs are required attributes, the awareness that if you ever want to work I will be forced to undergo multiple cosmetic surgery has taken away every will to live. And even my mother seemed to be too happy about.

Enlil (on phone): So mom, I found this job in four or five days. But before I have to necessarily go to the beautician and hairdresser.
Mom: Sure honey.
Enlil: Then I will need money to buy mini-skirts and T-shirts members.
Mom: ...
Enlil: And cheats. Many tricks. I'll need it.
Mom: ... Where did you say you go to work?

In fact that could well result in misunderstandings about it. But even after I explained that no, I did not get hired because I was seduced by the boss and no, I stand where I worked did not deal with erotic literature, not much seemed to have calmed down.

Mom: You said that this exhibition there will be lectures.
Enlil: Yes mom, dozens of conferences, hundreds of lofty conferences on the most beautiful pages of world literature.
Mom: And then there are many writers?
Enlil (in ecstasy): Yes, tens, hundreds, thousands of writers, and I can breathe their own air, I can see them, even touch them!

Mom: Honey, please, this time not madly in love with no author ultra fifty. The neighbors start gossiping and your grandmother does not but wonder where we went wrong with you.
Enlil: I'm sorry mom, I'll try, but I can not promise anything.

Objectives for the book fair:

1 - Do not spend all his salary (if I ever have before getting to the age of retirement) in books.

2 - Make me to recognize my professionalism and efficiency and not for some fool (I will never forget about what happened to me the first day I worked on the 2006 Olympics. I can still hear the laughter of those nasty echo in German ears).

3 - Revise my (disastrous) English to be ready in case an explanation should be given to a stranger, or when feel the urge to ask some international writer to be the father of my children.

4 - Do not stutter like an idiot nonsense and sick.

5 - Better not talk at all.

6 - Smiling, always and everywhere to me to be a risk of paralysis face.

7 - In the case of the collision over fifty writers did not go through, try to seduce some editors, in the end it is they who have the power.

8 - If you met my former boss (which you certainly will) do not take the first handful of books that I find handy to throw. The books could be damaging. The launch of the chairs instead is allowed.

For now I'll stop here. Looking back there are a lot of things that could go wrong in this job and I'm starting to get me to seriously panic. I know I should not, after all, is only a job for a national magazine where I write important scientists and critics, most half of my university professors and journalists ...
I think I need to prepare a cup of chamomile.