Interruptions of a bookworm
If you’re a bookworm, I’m sure you get frustrated. Honestly, at this point it’s a rite of passage. If you don’t get frustrated by being interrupted by someone or something, then you either found an oasis in the middle of the desert or you’re in a dream because, let me tell you, that never happens.
Honestly! Isn’t it a pet peeve for people to be interrupted repeatedly because others assume that we’re “doing nothing” when we’re reading? The gall of those people is astonishing!
Why don’t I go and walk up to the bathroom door while you’re in there and tell you to do my laundry because you’re obviously not busy at all at that moment? Oh, you’re planning on going to the movie theatre? Too bad! You have to cut the grass for me.
I guess it’s for the best though. I’d read throughout every hour of the day until I was finished if no one interrupted me. The same way Sleeping Beauty slept for a hundred years, I could read for a hundred years.