Friday, March 11, 2011

Don’t date a girl who reads.

A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much… because a girl who reads understands syntax. literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals.

A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. a girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses–the hesitation of breath–endemic to a lie. a girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that i am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.
date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. she can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. she feels them in her skin. the girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. but of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. she is comfortable with them. she has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. you with the joyce, you with the nabokov, you with the woolf. you there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the cafĂ©, you in the window of your room. you, who make my life so god damned difficult. the girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. she insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. you, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that i am not. but i am weak and i will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than i am. you will not accept the life that i told of at the beginning of this piece. you will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied.

— charles warnke, don’t date a girl who reads, 2011





P.S. Copied it off  Bayl-a-Wajah


12 comments:

Nostalgic said...

Loved the post =)

Hamza Bin Ladin said...

Thanks for the Bilawajah copied forewarning.:).

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chhipa said...

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Vanessa said...

Ha, amazing!

Sami Saayer said...

whats the point of dating a girl who does not read and you cannot even have decent conversations? unless she has really really... never mind.

Hani@Craftionary said...

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Hani
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inspirationalladdu said...

hahahha love it!!

Vanessa said...

Gorgeous excerpt.

HappyMichAngryMich said...

I love this... and I love your blog!

xyzandme said...

So do you read?

AMIM said...

that is so true..a girl who reads does try to make you what you are not and with time you realize she has been successful in it.:) but the girl who reads loves once .she keeps her patience ..to find that one hero.once he is there for her she starts the story,connects all the dots,reaffirms that 'this is it'..however if it does not reach completion ,the love, she does feel the sadness but just the sadness because the million Godly rasons come to her mind that convince her that her life was meant to be written this way