Is this NORMAL or is it just just a Hobby?

[Basra-]

I get super, super excited reading archaic, historical English books, mostly 18th century England. I literally get hives and 'xajiiin' when reading these charming old books. The smell of the dust, accumulated on the cover of the book, the pages, gets me going. I just checked out a book in the library that was last checked in 1939! I mean, either I am very unique or I am very insane! I look forward to my lunch time, going home, I skip laundry or socializing with friends and family--just to put on a fcuking comfortable pajamas-- and read my Horace Walpole letters' book. These letters have been written more than 200 years ago, has NOTHING to do with me, my modern life, or my race or my Somali genealogy-- yet it gives me more orgasm than my stupid marehaan husband. Is this madness or just a blessed happenstance of happiness?

[BlackVelvet]

This husband of yours aa iska gacan gale

[Basra-]

BB

awwwwww how so sweet!

[BlackVelvet]

Basra how long have you been in wedded matrimony?

[Basra-]

BB


U ask that question, so seriously, and so formally??? Wedded matrimony? U make it sound like we wedded in a church or something!


PS : I am married a little less than 10 years.

[BlackVelvet]

MashaAllah!

Congratulations Basra dearest you have survived all the major milestones. And yeah that formal language seems like what your love life should be like. The courtship and the like. I hope he wrote you sonnets

[Adali]

Bal fiiriya she thinks she is so unique when all she does is read dusty old books, wow, lets all clap for the negress who managed to find joy in reading, what an achievement, I hope you get some air time on one of the morning shows where you can display your unique talent of reading "old books" whiles being non-white.

[misterioso]

I get super, super excited reading archaic, historical English books, mostly 18th century England. I literally get hives and 'xajiiin' when reading these charming old books. The smell of the dust, accumulated on the cover of the book, the pages, gets me going. I just checked out a book in the library that was last checked in 1939! I mean, either I am very unique or I am very insane! I look forward to my lunch time, going home, I skip laundry or socializing with friends and family--just to put on a fcuking comfortable pajamas-- and read my Horace Walpole letters' book. These letters have been written more than 200 years ago, has NOTHING to do with me, my modern life, or my race or my Somali genealogy-- yet it gives me more orgasm than my stupid marehaan husband. Is this madness or just a blessed happenstance of happiness?

You're over 30, yet still into English literature. I don't know how long it would take you to venture outside what you're familiar with. It didn't take me long to explore non-English literatures, and I've discovered they're far richer and better.