14th
On: Literature
It’s what we call books.
-ahem-
I’m currently reading a book called 1984. It’s a rather intelligent book, a dystopian novel published in 1949 by George Orwell. It uses quite the amount of british words, so I stumble a bit morethan I’m used to. Otherwise, it’s a pshycologically enrichening tale.
Everyone else is reading Twilight.
I don’t understand other people’s taste in books. Sometimes, I don’t even understand my own. However, what I cannot ven begin to Fathom are especially popular books, like Twilight or Harry Potter, or Dune (Well, not he kids, but It is pretty popular I hear). It’s Bull Fucking Shit PURE ARBITRARY SILLINESS! It’s okay to read a book because it has vampires in it, because it’s fantasy and you need to get away from it all, because you REALLY liked the movies. It’s NOT okay to force others to read it. You can’t make others submit to your tastes.
Concerning what I’ve heard and seen, that only seems to be a problem with the Twilight fangilrs, but I have some friends so rigidly enthralled in a certain few video games. If you so much as question this fact, they will go apeshit on you. Not violently, but that’s usually only due to the confines of the school system’s rules.
As I write this rant in my black notebook with my black pen in a cold, black health room (It’s not really black, but it’s fucking COOOOOOLD), the rear end of the classroom is arguing over the better sport, yelling back and forth and trying to make others agree with them.
Was I not talking about literature? Ah yes…
I like literature. There are books in any genre, any topic, for anyone. Novels to enlighten your mind, make you more stupider, or to give you such a raging boner you can’t stand straight (But that’s mostly Granny porn).
Tl;Dr: Go books.
