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. ๐ซ This is so me, lol. ๐ 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”...