I’m a pretty direct guy but depression isn’t an irritating co-worker or that crazy UPS guy that keeps delivering your Austin Powers Authentic Swedish Penis Pump in the neighbor’s yard that you can confront face-to-face.
No, you have to take an indirect route to face down this bully. Sometimes that means taking a break to catch your breath and other times it means you have to educate yourself before rushing into battle. Fortunately, there are moments when you can do both.
To be perfectly clear, I’m not discussing digital books, or “e-books” or whatever the hell they’re called these days. If you want to read a tome on a Kindle or a Spindle or whatever the proper term is… Go for it! Just don’t buy me one unless you want to see it on YouTube under the “Things Dropped From A Fifty-Story Hotel Tower In Niagara Falls” category. But if you do, then by all means, purchase you one for me and have it gift wrapped. I’m partial to fuchsia wrapping paper.
But for me a book is a thing, a physical object I can hold in my hand that will provide me with hours of pleasure and enlightenment. And no, you perverts, I wasn’t referring to that object I can hold in my hand that provides me with hours of pleasure. Grow up, people.
I’ve loved books ever since I was a kid (and not just because I was a ginormous nerd with very few friends) and my love for them has grown ever since. I love everything about books and the process of reading them.
That crack of a new edition’s spine.
That smell of a vintage tome. (Even a musty one.)
Carefully separating pages and never, ever, licking one’s finger to do so.
If you’re too broke to afford a vacation because you lost all your money on Bitcoin, books can take from your favorite chair to Mordor or Wonderland in seconds. You may be confined to a wheelchair in the real world but soaring with Superman in Metropolis. That love affair with a 17th century prince is mere pages away even though you haven’t had a date in two years.
Books can help you understand why you don’t have the strength to get out of bed even though your doctor says there’s nothing wrong with you. Self-diagnosis can be dangerous as hell and can lead you down the wrong path but the right medical volume can give you the push you need to seek out a professional opinion.
Whatever your need or desire there’s a book out there for you. So get reading, Poindexter!
See you in the lobby, friends…