bookin'

me and my teacher, fang dong, at a water park

So I'm reading a book.

Always have been jealous of those who perpetually have a book that they're in the midst of reading. Those who faithfully chip away at a daunting list of "Books to read" which grows at a geometric rate. (I know it as the Inverse-Malthusian Theory).

At first I thought it was just cool. I remember some girls once talking about how "cute" (the sexy "cute" not the emasculating demeaning one) it was that one of my friends always had a book popping out of his back pocket as he walked through our high school corridors. But, I couldn't even find the self-discipline to carry a book around as an accessory much less open the thing.

It's not that I don't like reading, it's just that I'm guilty of... oh what's that sin again? ... Gluttony, that's right. I'm guilty of gluttony. If I'm gonna eat, then why not eat till a little past full. Sleeping? Take that extra hour(s). Reading? Devour the book in an hour. I don't pace myself, can't stand it. It's not that I continually am transgressing, however I am prone to the sin known as gluttony I suppose.

The problem is, I read s l o w l y

Thus, I need I a lot of time to gluttonize a book. I need a good three days of concentration to gulp it all down. It's not like watching a Full House marathon where time is measured out for ya. You allot the time for yourself. So I gluttonize the time and the book.

And I don't like being a sinner. In fact, knowing that I'm prone to gluttony, I overcompensate by making spartan like goals and schedules for myself. My 2nd semester of college, I rose as the bell struck 6 in the morn' to go jogging simply because I was killing the demon within me. So, with books, I'd love to read my eyes out, but it's just too wasteful. I consuming too much time is dangerous. In fact, I'm willing to bet large quantities of time is the number one cause of death amongst 99% of all species, and we still have no cure! (The 1% probably being the incredible number of domesticated livestock who die by the proverbial "blade" as opposed to nature's clock.) So I'm not the well-read scholar who scans pages with a glance of the fingers and throws the book into the pile labeled "Memorized." (But I do tuck I a small pedigreed paperback in alongside my wallet from time to time.)

So I'm reading a book now. Wish I had time to do it more. But then again I also wish I had more time to sleep, more time to think, and more time to have more time too, so where does that leave me.

In other news, I'm procrastinating even when I have nothing to do. At least that's how I feel. Not healthy, David. Not healthy.