My wits come like a lot of things in this life nowadays – subject to availability, terms and conditions apply. I think I can actually physically feel my dumb moments. It feels like a little bit of my hard earned wisdom is just happily fluttering away. Or angrily packing its bags to hitchhike as far away as possible at the first chance it gets. Sometimes it also just goes *poof*.
Today my new phone screen protector arrived. It’s matte. I got on without any air bubbles on my first try. Proudest moment of the day. Looks really cool by the way. No more fingerprints. And no glare. Oooooooh, I really want to say something along the lines of ‘Don’t you just hate it when you’re trying to get stuff done but you can feel your phone glaring at you so you pick it up to soothe it and there goes your attention span. Smile and wave. It’s all gone. What were you doing again before you grabbed your phone to quickly check that notification… uhmm… 40 minutes ago?’ A blessing and a curse. It’s all there. All the information you could want. But that also means there’s all the information you could want. Do you realise how long it could take to go through ALL the information? That you could possibly ever want? No wonder we sometimes get lost in there.
I prefer getting lost in a book though. Just teleport through those pages and see what they’ve been up to whilst you were away. So exciting! Or heartbreaking. Funny. Spooky. At the end of the day though, there’s not been one book that I’ve actually regret reading. There have been a few that have brought up some very mixed feelings right after I’ve read them. Like Room. I think at the end of the day it was a good book. With some awful parts there was no need for and which seemed to have been added just to shock. Consider me shocked. Or the Maze Runner series. Which were badly written but with a gripping storyline. Mmmmm, books.