Reading and Writing

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Ever heard of Xanga? Of course you have! No? Well it's not really important here. But...
On Xanga.com, an internet blogging site, there is always a "Featured Question" of the week (much like our own "Featured Writing" column right here on Booksie). Basically, a blogger asks a question that anybody can answer.

So here is a question I came across that felt a little like a "Featured Question":
Why do people read and write?

The gist of it is, what is the meaning of reading and writing for you? So this is what I came up with. I hope you like it!

Wanna check out this "Featured Question" yourself? Here it is: http://www.booksie.com/poetry/article/summerlover/the-meaning-of-reading-and-writing

Question posted by: summerlover

Submitted: September 19, 2009

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The Meaning of Reading and Writing
Reading and writing are two things I enjoy doing a lot. I usually prefer writing over reading, though. The meaning of the two matter to me a lot, especially here on Booksie.
So why exactly do people read and write?
Easy: it’s a superlatively exquisite experience!
In my old Montessori school, we were taught this one rule that was really supposed to stick with us: R.I.F. Reading Is Fundamental. Reading is fundamental, so it’s basic, but more importantly, it’s very important. Nowadays, I begin to realize that what the librarian taught us on our “library days” really means. She would be the one to encourage us to read more. But of course, we were in the first, second, and third grades; it was kind of her job to tell us that. To me, reading is a way of learning new things, and being exposed to new stuff. From reading books like The Tales of the Frog Princess, Pride & Prejudice, the Twilight Saga, and the Harry Potter septuplet, to reading heartfelt song lyrics like “Gravity” by Sara Bareilles, and sweetly poetic ones like “Bubbly” but Colbie Caillat, reading is a big part of my life. My only drawback on it is that I’m extremely picky, so I don’t really get a lot of reading done.
Writing, however, comes naturally for me. Whether it is coming up with a rhyming poem on the spot, coming up with a wordy essay at the last minute, or even writing 50-page long novels like my very own, Dear Prince Jared, I Hate You. Writing is a way for me to say things in a more effective manner than when I talk, because I can choose my words very carefully and think everything through before I actually write it down. Writing is my happy place, the place I can relax and unwind, and let my fingers, hands, and subconscious mind do the work. I feel at ease when I write, because now i’m in control of the story, and I can say whatever I need to.
Whenever I see a person with their nose literally buried into a book, I can’t help but think what could be so damn interesting [haha, whoops, excuse my language there] about it that would make them look at it that way. It always makes me wonder how I look to someone else when my hair is all around my face and I’m arched over a book reading intently. Watching someone read a book is never a “So what? Anyone can look at a piece of paper,” moment. It’s always a large spark of curiousity.
I can say almost the exact same thing about writing. When I see someone else writing, I get very curious. What could they possibly be writing about? Is it a story? Is it a letter? Is it for a class? Is it about someone? Is it angry? These questions fry my head apart, but oddly enough, I never feel that way when I’m writing and someone else is staring at me. What could be going on in their head? Do they really want to know why I’m writing so furiously fast on my paper? Of course they wonder these things, because usually I’m asked a question. “What are you doing?” “Why are you writing?” “What is that?” “Whose class is that for?” “What is that?” and the ever popular, “Dang! You write a lot!” When I see someone else writing ferociously on a piece of blank paper, I can’t help but wonder if they enjoy writing as much as I do, and what their going to end up doing with that piece of paper. Will they throw it away? Who knows. Who has time to care? And for these reasons especially, I keep a journal. From time to time, I update it. Like a blog.
Reading and writing is so amazing on Booksie, because you know that everyone who has an account likes to write or read or write about reads in one form or another. That’s why I love this site so much! You’ll find good stories; you’ll find ones that probably need some tweaking. But you’ll always find something.


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