Confessions of a Book Reader: Allergic to Stupidity, Powered by Sarcasm

 

Let’s be real—there’s nothing quite like getting lost in a good book. The plot twists, the unforgettable characters, the world-building so vivid it pulls you in… chef’s kiss. Books are my escape, my happy place, my way of avoiding social interactions I didn’t sign up for. But you know what ruins the experience? Stupidity. And I don’t mean the fun, fictional kind where the protagonist makes terrible decisions for the sake of drama (we all secretly love that). I’m talking about real-world, brain-cell-draining stupidity—the kind that makes you question how some people function on a daily basis.

Yes, I am a book reader. Yes, I am highly allergic to stupidity. And yes, sarcasm is my prescribed antihistamine. 🫠

This is so me, lol. 😂 I’m an introverted bookworm with a blog called Awkwardly Introverted, where I embrace all things bookish, socially awkward, and, of course, sarcastic. Reading is my comfort zone, and stupidity is my biggest irritant.

Symptoms of My “Allergy” Include:

📖 Cringing at people who proudly declare, “I don’t read.” (Like…why would you admit that out loud?)
📖 Side-eyeing anyone who spoils a book you’re currently reading. (Instant block. No second chances.)
📖 Physically restraining yourself when someone says, “The movie was better than the book.” (I’m convinced these people are agents of chaos.)
📖 Deep sighing when a book’s cover is prettier than its plot. (Catfishing, but in book form.)
📖 Emotionally breaking down when your favorite character gets treated dirty by the author. (It’s always the good ones who suffer the most. WHY?)

The cure? More books, more coffee, and an unlimited supply of sarcasm. 🖤 Because if I have to deal with stupidity, I might as well have fun while doing it.

What about you? Any fellow book lovers out there who break out in sarcasm on the daily? Let’s unite in our bookish suffering. 📚😂