Most people don’t read and they don’t mind. I do. It’s because my reading inability is a harbinger of a disaster yet to be faced. At present, I have good reasons to believe that another calamity is in the offing. I can’t read. However promising the outcome of cover-judgement would be, I am simply unable to make sense of any page of print. And there is always some juicy reading matter in the eye shot.
It’s a chain reaction, I know, but I can’t figure out whether it’s the not reading that courts disaster, or the other way round. I’m way too terrified to keep my brain productive anyhow. There’s no telling what might happen soon. By way of illustration, last time I felt like this, I lost my mobile. And the time before that, I slipped and ended up with a bruised pelvis. In both cases, my ability to read was restored at once.
I may be a spastic, and quite a forgetful one, but not a liar. And the immediate need for sedative beverage close at hand lends further credence to my words.
It’s a chain reaction, I know, but I can’t figure out whether it’s the not reading that courts disaster, or the other way round. I’m way too terrified to keep my brain productive anyhow. There’s no telling what might happen soon. By way of illustration, last time I felt like this, I lost my mobile. And the time before that, I slipped and ended up with a bruised pelvis. In both cases, my ability to read was restored at once.
I may be a spastic, and quite a forgetful one, but not a liar. And the immediate need for sedative beverage close at hand lends further credence to my words.
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