A Playful Misconception, A Childhood's Dream

My life now.

I ran out of books to read. It’s been a long time since I read a good story book. I decide to go out and get one. At the bookstore, I don’t see anything I like, or something I really want. And that book I’ve always wanted is again no where to be found. But I decide to choose one anyway just because I’m bored at home and want to read a book. There’s this one book that caught my eye. But it isn’t what I usually read. I decide to give it a try, knowing full well that I can always just stop and put it aside should I not like it later on.

So reading it, I find it… interesting. Just interesting. Nothing more. Not something I usually enjoy but it’s enough to keep me reading.

Am I going to finish it? Or put it down halfway through?

Now the plot is getting old. The story is losing me. I don’t want to finish it. But I don’t want to leave it unfinished. I probably can go out and get another book, but it’ll probably turn out the same too and I’d just be wasting money.

Maybe if that book I wanted was here, there’s a better chance of me finishing it because, maybe I’ve already made up my mind to, or maybe I’m obliged to since I’m the one who wanted it.

But right now, I’m reading this book…