.~ Con los pies en la tierra y los ojos en el cielo ~.

sábado, 10 de noviembre de 2012

You should date a girl who reads.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.


Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, developExcept in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.


― Rosemarie Urquico.



lunes, 9 de enero de 2012

Vacaciones.

Tan ansiadas, tan soñadas... Ya están acá y no estoy disfrutando un carajo.Acabo de volver de estar una semana en Mar de las Pampas con mi papá (bosque y playa, una combinación asquerosamente horrible en mi opinión) y ya hace 40°. No sé si volverme con las arañas pollito al bosque o pegarme un real tiro en la frente. O no hacer nada, que es lo que en general hago.¿Pero qué pasa? NO PUEDO NO HACER NADA. ¿Por qué? PORQUE TENGO UN EXAMEN DE INGRESO MÁS DIFÍCIL QUE LA MIERDA QUE SE ME VIENE ENCIMA EN FEBRERO. ¿Y qué hago yo al respecto? NADA.Tengo que terminar tres libros de práctica de inglés y estudiarme unas 200 fotocopias con definiciones de dicionario y tipos de textos para el 1° DE FEBRERO. ¿Y qué estoy haciendo? NADA.Sinceramente admiro a los chaboncitos que se la rascan sin culpa ni descanso durante el año y después les chupa un huevo si aprueban las materias o no. Los admiro. Yo no puedo mirar para otro lado sabiendo que no estoy haciendo lo que tendría que hacer, y que encima es para mi propio bien.Así que ahora estoy acá, escribiendo esto mientras me cago de calor, conciente de que me quejo de que no hago nada y, justamente, no hago nada para cambiar las cosas. Básicamente, soy una pelotuda.El 15 de enero me voy a Córdoba y vuelvo el 1° a la madrugada, y a las 14hs ya tengo el curso. ¿Y qué hace la pelotuda? Llora porque tiene poco más de 15 días pero no se pone a estudiar. Y bueno, así me va a ir, y después me voy a deprimir MAL porque no entré al Lenguas y me voy a volver una gorda fofa por quedarme en mi casa forever y no ver la luz nunca más.Bue, me fui al carajo. Pero la idea se entiende.Me vivo diciendo "terminaste el colegio, ya está, no sos más una pendeja, comportate acorde a tus 18 años, por favor" (sí, me lo tengo que pedir por favor) pero es más fuerte que yo. Tengo que asumir que ya no me voy a poder rascar como lo hacía antes, que voy a tener un quilombo importante todos los días y que me tengo que empezar a arreglar SOLA.Pero creo que lo de sola no lo voy a poder soportar por mucho u.uEn fin, ahora la pelotuda se va a comprar y a seguir pelotudeando.