Eight Daily Struggles of a Bibliophile

Eight Daily Struggles of a Bibliophile

"Bibliophile"...look it up.
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Bibliophile. It's a long (and possibly intimidating) word, but it simply means "a person who is in love with books." While being a bibliophile is a wonderful thing (ahhh books!), it also comes with its fair share of difficulties. If you or someone you know lives with bibliophilia, you're most likely familiar with these daily struggles:

1. Spending all your money on books.

When you're in love with books, buying them has a way of becoming one of your top priorities. Sometimes this means that you have to sacrifice other things in order to have the funds for your biblio purchases. Groceries? Gas? You didn't really need those things this month anyway.

2. Never asking for useful presents.

Once you've exhausted all of your own funds, you have to rely on the generosity of others to fuel your book obsession. Whenever any occasion for gift-giving rolls around (Christmas, your birthday, Valentine's Day), you ignore the growing list of things you really need (a winter coat, money for the gas and groceries you never bought last month, etc.) and somehow end up asking for books instead. After all, that newest novel by your favorite author isn't going to buy itself.

3. Needing every book you see (even the ones you don't want to read!)

We bibliophiles know that there is so much more to love about a book than just the words printed on its pages. Sure, we love to read, but we also fall in love with books because of everything from the way they smell to the way their covers are embossed. We aren't snobs, we can look at old, dusty books and see endless possibilities. Collector's items, home decor, our next DIY projects! Even the most unlovable books have something positive to contribute to our lives and we want to own them all.

4. Never having enough storage space.

In a bibliophile's world, there is really no such thing as "storage space" because every flat surface is covered in books. All of those volumes we purchased have to live somewhere and once we have them, we just can't bear to part with any of them. So our piles of books gradually grow until there is no empty space left to be seen. Need a place to set a laptop, a vase of flowers, a desk lamp, or even just a glass of water? Sorry, the books got there first. Better luck next time.

5. Constantly feeling tired

If you're a bibliophile, you're probably used to trudging through your days in a haze of exhaustion because you stayed up into the wee hours of the morning finishing that biography or reading just one more chapter of that thriller you just couldn't put down. When books are your passion, sleep is low on your priority list, especially when you're engrossed in an especially good book and cannot imagine sleeping without knowing how it ends.

6. Having eternally dry skin.

Here's a fun fact: paper wicks moisture away from human skin like nobody's business. When you're a bibliophile who holds books in their hands on a regular basis, this means that your hands are always dry. Very dry. No matter how many times you lotion them, the paper sucks all that moisture right back out again, leaving your hands just as parched as before. Short of wearing gloves every time you pick up a book, you just have to accept the dryness, keep "lotioning up" every few pages and carry on with your reading.

7. Loving library visits more than social engagements.

When you're obsessed with books, there is no better place to spend time than the building where hundreds of books stand on shelves just waiting for you to take them home (free of charge!). Libraries are a bibliophile's favorite haunt. You could spend hours perusing the shelves, assembling the perfect summer reading list, or curling up in some quiet corner to delve into your newest biblio find. If given a choice between a party or a visit to the Public Library, you'll choose the library nine out of ten times. (Okay...maybe even ten out of ten.) It's nothing personal. Books are just more fun than people sometimes.

8. Comparing every situation to a story.

Reading is amazing because it fills your head with so many new places, people and situations while at the same time helping you to understand your own life on a deeper level. This makes it easy for bibliophiles to automatically connect the situations in their own lives with those that they've read about in a book. Annoyed with that arrogant guy who refuses to acknowledge your existence? Elizabeth Bennett has been there, done that. Heartbroken that your pet dog just died? So were the protagonists in Old Yeller and Where the Red Fern Grows. Feeling like anything is possible today? That's exactly how Lucy felt when she stepped through the wardrobe and into Narnia. Your habit of constantly drawing connections between fiction and reality may annoy other people, but those connections are your way of learning more about your own life by looking at it from the perspective of other people's stories and experiences.

As you can see, being a bibliophile is far from easy. In the end, though, we not only love books, but we love that we love them! Every book is its own unique treasure with its own story to tell, and we have the honor of cherishing those treasures and listening to their stories. Best of all, we get to witness how the stories we read help us to shape our understanding of our own personal narratives.

To put it simply, books are the best and we can't get enough of them.

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22 Post Malone ‘beerbongs & bentleys’ Lyrics College Kids Will Use As Insta Captions This Summer

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If you didn't know, I am really not sure how you wouldn't know, but it's fine, Post Malone's new album FINALLY came out! Posty has time and time again proven that he's a trailblazer in the music industry. His genre is a mix of everything, from rap to acoustic guitar, and he sounds like he's at home in both settings.

Here it is, a list of Post Malone lyrics you'll use or see as Instagram captions. I can already feel it, this summer is Posty's summer –– a summer for "beerbongs & bentleys."

1. "Spoil My Night" - "Won't you come spoil my night?"

2. "Spoil My Night" - "Feelings come into play and I'm thinkin' this happens every time"

3. "Spoil My Night" - "Yeah, when I walk up in a party, they all act like they know me"

4. "Zack and Codeine" - "Been livin' fast, no I can't take it slowly"

5. "Zack and Codeine" - "But it don't mean nothing without all my people"

6. "Zack and Codeine" - "Pour that drink 'cause we ain't sleepin' tonight"

7. "Takin Shots" - "Heard that there's a party, I might pay a visit"

8. "Takin Shots" - "Baby, just for the night, you my soulmate"

9. "Over Now" - "I'ma turn the tables, promise you will not forget it"

10. "Stay" - "Damn, who are we right now?"

11. "Blame It On Me" - "These hurricanes inside of my brain"

12. "Same Bitches" - "Bottles on deck, and my drink full"

13. "Same Bitches" - "Population four million, how I see the same bitches?"

14. "Jonestown" - "It happens every time"

15. "92 Explorer" - "She in the front seat head bangin'"

16. "Sugar Wraith" - "And then I went and changed my life"

17. "Sugar Wraith" - "I take the lead, they just follow"

18. "Rockstar" - "Sayin, 'I'm with the band'"

19. "Rockstar" - "Livin’ like a Rockstar, I’m livin’ like a Rockstar"

20. "Rockstar" - "Sweeter than a Pop-Tart”

21. "Psycho" - "Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you"

22. "Psycho" - "I got homies, let it go"

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Fiction On The Odyssey: Without Chaos Part 2

The world is a broken record; history is a pattern that repeats itself.
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25. Stove

There is no massive pot of potato stew when she returns.

Instead, the living room is filled with barrels.

26. Smug

She used be so smug when she was younger, back when everything was perfect.

God, she wants to punch that brat.

27. Emotion

Her first emotion, when the boy with the steadfast gaze offers her a shower at his house, is fear.

28. Chin

The boy with the steadfast gaze, she learns upon closer inspection, has dimples when he smiles, as well as a small mole on his chin.

The mole fascinates her.

How must it feel to have such a perfect life that even something as insignificant as a mole sits perfectly equidistant from either side of his face?

29. Winter

When she’s not shivering, dirty, and sitting beneath the shadow of a leafless tree, she can appreciate the beauty. The view from his bathroom is positively gorgeous. The world, powdered with white and covered in icicles, is a winter wonderland.

With this comfortably sheltered view through the window frame, it’s hard to believe that such beauty could be so deadly.

30. Knots

The clothes that adorn her body are clean and warm. The air smells deliciously salty, wonderfully sweet, and perfectly spicy. For a moment, she can almost believe she’s somewhere else - somewhere where the view is vast and blue in the best possible way, the wind tangles tangles her hair, and she feels her father’s hand on her own.

“Dad, how fast are we going?” she had yelled.

“Twenty-three knots!” he’d screamed back.

“Don’t yell,” her mother had reprimanded.

But when she had glanced behind at her mother, she had seen that her mother was smiling, too.

31. Stay

“Thank you for everything,” she says to the mother of the boy with the steadfast gaze. “I’ll return the clothes tomorrow.”

“Oh, honey,” the mother says, “Wouldn’t you like to stay? I’ve made you tomato soup. My son says it’s your favorite.”

She would love to stay if not only for the tomato soup, but her mother had once told her to never, at all costs, leave herself indebted to another. “Oh, um - “

“I insist.”

But then again, her mother spends most of her time unconscious on the apartment’s puke-filled couch.

32. Rarest

The rarest feeling in the world, she decides, is that of genuine belonging.

33. Describe

“What’s the world’s most impossible task?” he asks her one windy morning.

Her shoulders lift into a shrug.

“Describing a color to a blind person.”

34. Surrounds

She learns quickly that silence is one thing that he cannot tolerate for long. As a result, the space between them is often filled to the brim with random trivia facts.

She doesn’t mind. To her, it’s a welcome distraction from everything else that surrounds her.

35. Step

She takes a step towards him and stumbles.

She’s righted before she ever had the chance to fall.

36. Eyes

His gaze still speaks of steadfast loyalty.

She no longer wants to punch him.

37. Know

“Did you know that vodka is made from potatoes?”

“Nope,” she replies breezily before feeling the full impact of their words. She pauses.

The potatoes. The massive pot. The barrels.

Oh, no.

She’s off before he can utter another word.

38. Can

She can make it home before the officers arrive.

She can make it home before the officers arrive.

She must.

39. Tasteless

His mother sets a bowl of steaming tomato soup down in front of her.

Her stomach churns.

The soup is red, bright red. It’s the exact shade of the ugly red tape that had been hastily applied in a severe “X” across the front door of the apartment: the one that read: RESTRICTED AREA: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.

Her mother was arrested. The apartment was locked up.

All remnants of her previous life is gone.

And it took her four days to realize.

Briefly, she wonders why she has yet to be pulled aside by the school and placed in a community home. She wonders if, when her mother told the police that she was childless, her mother had been thinking of her daughter, for once, or if her mother had simply forgotten about the existence of her daughter.

Bitterly, she concludes that it was the latter.

His mother frowns at the untouched bowl. “Eat up. You’ll need your strength.”

The soup is tasteless.

40. Aimless

She aches from the sudden detachedness from her previous life. And yet, her release relieves her.

She thinks of everything. She thinks of nothing.

She doesn’t know what to do.

41. Weary

When he smiles, she’s too weary to smile back.

42. Tentatively

It’s a few days before the sky finally decides to reflect her the state of her soul.

He has kept quiet for the past few days. Their silences aren’t tense like they once were, but they haven’t been comfortable, either. She can feel his pressing curiosity, threatening to crush their delicate silence. She knows she should tell him before he asks, as he’s bound to find out either way. And yet, she can’t find the words.

“So, uh,” he says, tentatively.

His voice wavers slightly.

He’s also scared, she realizes with amazement. Of what, she doesn’t know. But she can guess.

“I didn’t realize that -” she breaks off abruptly, temporarily shocked by the sound of her voice. After a brief glance at him, she catches sight of the encouraging smile tugging at his lips. She continues. “I didn’t realize that my mother had been making vodka until you told me that bit of trivia, the one about vodka and potatoes.”

“You didn’t realize?” he asked, astonishment written all over his face. “But, wouldn’t you notice if your apartment started smelling like alcohol?”

Has she really not told him?

“It always smells like alcohol.”

43. Remembers

For the first time in years, she gets tucked into bed, complete with a kiss on her forehead.

Tears slide silently down her cheeks as she thinks of her father.

44. Signature

“Did you know,” she says, testing his signature phrase on her lips, “that one time, a crack junkie complained to the police about the cocaine he bought being of subpar quality?”

His head is back and he’s laughing, laughing, laughing.

She can’t process anything, she can’t process nothing, not when that jovial sound is cascading freely though his mouth. Her heart has stopped beating. She stops breathing. Her eyes are wide. She watches, and watches, and watches, and -

“W-well?” he asks, still wheezing and still giggling. “What h-happened t-to him?”

She’s caught completely off guard. Her heart is still in her throat. “Um. Oh. Right, er, uh - arrested. Obviously. He got arrested.”

He roars into laughter once again.

After a few seconds, she stops watching.

She joins him.

45. Intelligent

She never has the the guts to say it herself, but she’s grateful for his presence in her life. He always knows what to say, what not to say, and when to say nothing at all.

She’s glad to have met someone as intelligent as him.

46. Notice

It takes her a while, but finally, she visits her mother.

Her mother doesn’t even seem to notice her presence.

It takes her much, much longer, but eventually, she realizes that it’s okay that her mother cannot recognize her, much less pay her any attention. There are better people that can.

47. Strong

Once upon a time, she thought she was strong.

Fate has confirmed that.

48. Home

Over a bowl of ripe raspberries, in a blanket fort, they do silly, memorable things in the way that friends do. They talk of unimportant things and make unspoken promises. It takes her some time, but finally, it registers that she has inadvertently found herself a home with the boy with eyes that speak of steadfast loyalty.

She might as well make herself at home.

49. Carve

“What's your name?”

He smiles broadly. “I thought you'd never ask.”

She takes his name and carves it onto her heart.

50. Everything

The world is a broken record. History is a pattern that repeats itself.

Without chaos, everything remains.


Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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