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So apparently, I did my 3rd book haul for this week.
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I will flex and let you know that I have ordered three new books:
- The Courage to Be Disliked — bought purely out of spite toward certain people.
- Atomic Habits — because my ADHD brain needs structure but refuses to admit it.
- The Psychology of Money — I’ve read this before, but I’m buying it again because my psychology goes, Books > Money.
Oh, did I mention that I have 50+ unread books on my shelf, silently judging me? I just received my philosophy haul 2 days ago —mostly Nietzsche, because he’s basically my dad—and a few “highly recommended” fictions I plan to roast.
Yes, I'm happily screwed by my TBR pile. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
As a bibliophile, I’ve realized that reading and collecting books are two completely different hobbies. I like knowing I’ll never run out of things to read, even if it means I’ll eventually drown in my sea of to-be-reads. Over the years, I’ve owned hundreds of books: pocketbooks, hardcovers, ebooks, manhwas, mangas, audiobooks—and no, they’re not lined up like taxidermy trophies on a shelf. My books are scattered everywhere, like Easter eggs waiting to be found.
Of course, my shelf has faced its dark ages.
Do you know how many times I’ve cleared my bookshelf in a desperate attempt to become a minimalist? I got sucked so hard into Stoicism and Marie Kondo that I decided to sell all my 120+ books in 2020. I was wiped clean within 2 weeks; which is just saying that I have great literary taste. Sigh. I end up regretting it now. It feels like I put my children up for adoption just because I couldn’t afford to feed them. (And now I find it hard to look fo A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking because I like a particular cover. Sorrows. Prayers.)
So, I started buying again. I still can’t believe how expensive books are. I know it’s technically wasteful to buy physical copies of things I’ve already read online—but the moment I see them in a bookstore; I turn into a fool with a wallet. It’s tough being a reader in the Philippines; some books are almost mythical to find.
Whenever guilt creeps in, I tell myself: I’m building my own Akashic Records. Books are mirrors of humanity—and through them, I get to live countless lives in this one.
I’ve been isekai-ed more times than I can count, attended Hogwarts, and fought alongside Camp Half-Blood. I helped Frodo throw the Ring into Mordor and got initiated as a High Priestess in ancient Greece. I’ve had coffee with Carl Jung and Baudrillard, and done so many mental gymnastics analysing semiotics, quantum entanglements, and human psychology.
Do intellectuals think buying books is wasteful? No. The greats I look up to—Robert Greene and countless others — read a fuck-ton of books.
And I am an intellectual. As fuck. ⎚-⎚
That’s all. I’m really just justifying why I bought twelve books this week.
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Song: Scott and Zelda by Bibi
I have flirt with no-one since my romance plot is in the void. I have romantic relationships with dead authors.