Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear.
The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden:
It is easier to say “My tooth is aching” than to say “My heart is broken.
‘Without pain, how could we know joy?’
This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.
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 second-hand 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.