I hate the number four. I hate its corners. I hate its presence. I hate 4:00, and I especially hate 4:44. I hate that I need to set aside hours in order to read a book when its pages tick to the dreaded four hundreds. I hate that I still have not watched season four of Scrubs. I hate working with the number four on math tests. I hate the feeling that I will die in a car crash if I allow four to exist peacefully. I hate how the number four makes me feel.
I love film. I love the swelling music as the characters realize their destiny. I love shaking off the popcorn bits that cling to my sweaters. I love the murmur of the air conditioner in the background. I love listening to the distinct guffaws and chortles of the audience. I love burrowing …show more content…
I love the crispness of books that I buy in a bookstore. I love cracking open their spines and feeling them crinkle. I love the ancient books of a library. I love their frail and yellowing pages. I love that the dots of the I’s are fading and that the commas seem blotted. I love learning history, science, and stories through books. I love soaring away from my life and into the letters on the paper. I love escaping into books.
I hate bad smells. I hate how musty mold can cling to my hair for hours. I hate how smells can transfer and make everything horrible. I hate that initial realization, when my nostrils inhale and something unpleasant greets them. I hate panicking after I am forced to remain in the smell. I hate taking showers for an hour. I hate dwindling down soap bars as I grate them against the same patch of skin. I hate that my skin turns red. I hate how bad smells make me feel.
I love to exercise. I love wiping off a thick layer of sweat with the gritty white towel. I love how my arms tremble as I struggle with my last rep. I love hearing the booming lub dub of my heart. I love stretching my constricted muscles the next day, when the stiffness can finally subside for five seconds. I love to have this control over my body, even when I do not have this control over my mind. I love escaping into
I love film. I love the swelling music as the characters realize their destiny. I love shaking off the popcorn bits that cling to my sweaters. I love the murmur of the air conditioner in the background. I love listening to the distinct guffaws and chortles of the audience. I love burrowing …show more content…
I love the crispness of books that I buy in a bookstore. I love cracking open their spines and feeling them crinkle. I love the ancient books of a library. I love their frail and yellowing pages. I love that the dots of the I’s are fading and that the commas seem blotted. I love learning history, science, and stories through books. I love soaring away from my life and into the letters on the paper. I love escaping into books.
I hate bad smells. I hate how musty mold can cling to my hair for hours. I hate how smells can transfer and make everything horrible. I hate that initial realization, when my nostrils inhale and something unpleasant greets them. I hate panicking after I am forced to remain in the smell. I hate taking showers for an hour. I hate dwindling down soap bars as I grate them against the same patch of skin. I hate that my skin turns red. I hate how bad smells make me feel.
I love to exercise. I love wiping off a thick layer of sweat with the gritty white towel. I love how my arms tremble as I struggle with my last rep. I love hearing the booming lub dub of my heart. I love stretching my constricted muscles the next day, when the stiffness can finally subside for five seconds. I love to have this control over my body, even when I do not have this control over my mind. I love escaping into