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It was night at my house and I was yet again with a book in my hands. I have always been smart loving math, physics and stuff but I never stopped to actually study anything. In my free time I usually was reading something science fiction fantasy and such. I’m 18 and in school anything that interested me was always easy to understand. In the start or at most middle of the explanation I already had the rest figured out. When everyone was doing the second exercise I had finished. But even then I never went out to the library to study more stuff, except occasionally when I want to find out some things that were relatively simple like calculating approximate terminal speed or delta v of rockets or exhaust speed of chemical reactions. And as long I it didn’t take me too long I was fine with it and was something I was curious about it was ok.In my head day and night there were numbers popping up more complexes ones I could make head or tails of it but the simpler ones and how they related to each other always fascinated me. Like when you divide one by seven and u get a six digit repeat and how any integer that u divide by seven will end the same way except off fase as long as they aren’t multiple of seven obviously.

More complex ones popped out from time to time but those I tended to ignore. The maddening thing was when a simple question showed up and I couldn’t figure it out. One of those got stuck in my head for years and none of my teachers could even understand it. Bunch of dimwits. If my grandpa was still alive he probably would have at least understood what I was talking about. And the question was in a nut shell way and body anywhere under any circumstance behaves as it own point of reference. I simple didn’t get until I did. And if you think that it dumb of me to take some 3 years to understand remember those professors they couldn’t either. Sure that doesn’t make me a genius but still there is so much in the world that I understand that no one I have met even understand it’s frustrating sometimes how people don’t get it. And it’s those people that will someday be my boss because I was too lazy to study.

I know it’s stupid but instead of spend some of my time actually apply my amazing intellect to anything like that I just spend every single minute of my day reading and sometimes watching and interesting tv show. That was until about 17 months ago. At the time I was at a book shop that had loads of olds books they selling. I go through the books searching to see if I find anything interesting like an addict waiting for his next fix and I indeed find a book, a very strange book. Looking from outside it seemed like one of those old books that a wizard or a coven of witches would have but when I open it is just a book with some math formulas and the biography of a mathematician. Not only that but some of it is flat out wrong. The heck is up with this book I though at the time but still there was something thing wrong with this book. My mind stats to wander away but I stubbornly just take the book put in my bag pay the bill and go home. I start an intense internal dialogue tangentially related to the book. I’m stubborn and impulsive, those are some of my more defining attributes. I mean I never start fights or jump in front of busses but I do take some risks one my bike that most people would think crazy like doing 60 miles downhill where most people would do 35 and would already have thought they were doing great. Or read a bit of a light novel in Korean and just go learn the language. No matter what other people though or said about anything. The other thing about me is that unless those impulsive and stubborn things were finished quickly I would just as fast give up. Only occasionally I would keep it up and even them not whole heartedly. Like I might ride my bike might do 500 miles a month all year long. Might do 200 miles events with other people in a single go, but none of that is steady. I don’t actually train just ride normally because I like it. And do it for as long as I like and them, new book I was waiting for, I ratter do that and days go by without me leaving the house. One of the few things that I actually am proud of having learned is Latin. It was one of the impulsive things that I did. Exccept in this case after a lot of procrastination and a dozen times I started to looking at anything that resembled a normal start to learn a language I just took the untranslated books I wanted to read cleaned my messy table and got to work. Slowly with the help of online dictionaries and translators I started to translate. After each page a fire burned in middle. The same fire as usual when I was reading any other good book. I took months but I managed it. The excitement that I felt reading it and in some parts the felling of the MC that was also translating a book, it was awesome. That became my favorite series. In a lot of online circles people trash talked the author about his books and about his writing style and the story of the books itself but I didn’t care.

Those were actually my first good series of books. The real start of my book addiction. I mean sure before I had read other stuff. But when I was little with all my parents taught me about the bible and stuff I couldn’t really just take one of those books and enjoy reading it. And to take any other book home was just asking to have them looking at me and asking why I could read all day long every day and not have one of those books be about god and some such. Sure I could have read one of the good books I actually wanted to read and then one of those boring books that the church provided. But I was too lazy to do anything like that. And then it was than even when I find a book I wanted to read I never actually got traction going anywhere. As I got older came the computer age and with computers all the gadgets attached to it. That was when I started to read a little. I bought a small video player and it had an option of reading .txt files so I put books there and read on the minuscule screen. I can’t remember the first book I put into it but there were some. I liked them just fine but mostly they were light reading and it didn’t really got me in to it. I remember HP, Eragon, Dragon something, I started cronics of Narnia but could finish, actually I didn’t finish Eragon eigther. Eigther way What most interented me at the time was watching animes. What started the decline other forms of entertainement instead of anime was the books in Latin.

Years later I though of reding it again, my favorite series of books but couldn’t. I never manage to read something twice. I wonder if it was just my youth and the fact that I hadn’t yet read any actual good books that let me got trough the mistakes of those but since no books are read twice it might be nothing.

After reading them I searched for other books that interested me in the same language. Any time I find one I read it even before any books in my own language. Even books that are translated I read in the original language. My knowledge of the gramatics and details like that are awful I can understand most of what I read without any problem and only need to look at the dictionary once in a while.
I have always “known” I was going to die and belong to oblivion. No soul not anything like that, it was what I was though by my parents, and sure I could chance my ways and be resurrected in paradise but ever since I can remember understanding myself as a person a human being I have always done in secret all that I wanted instead of doing what would take to the metaphorical heaven. Outwardly, sure I’m the golden boy that always says and do things diligently and zelozlly, but in my heart I always knew I wasn’t just a human with forgivable mistakes I just flat out ignored all was taught to me. I was blind, I didn’t saw that few if any of those that “believed” in this religion actually did what they taught. I always saw that but didn’t let it register. Damn god might exist, hell he probably does but he surely has nothing to do with religion like that. After all it was this religion that created me.

Maybe when I was little I might have been pure but now regardless of anything that they taught I know I’m evil, Ok I’m being dramatic but if you could see into my mind you would probably understand.

I get to my house and go upstairs drop my back pack in the bed and open it, why I’m opening it? A book is inside with some effort I remember that I bought it. Ok this is going into my main book case. I turn around and forget that the book was there. What was I doing? I don’t pay much attention to this fact because it’s a ratter common mon occurrence. I go to the grocery store just to forget what I whet there to buy in the first place. Or remenber something I want to ask in the midle of a conversation and forget what it was before the other person finishes speaking. Ohh, yeah I remenber, I think, I need to change and go to church. Otherwise I won’t be living up to my usual time always get at least 20 min early. That is of course just the side benefit my buddy John is there and we talk our ears off until it’s time to shut up and put up with the lecture, or rather the sermon from the “Elders”.

Getting home afterwards I change clothes get into my bet and stare at the book case. It’s one of the few things I keep organized. I look at it and it seems it has an extra book after all the space it is occupying is bigger then what I remember in the upper part.
Counting the books I realise there is something wrong. Nine books but it seemns that the space consumed is closer to eleven. I go to the book case and intensely stare at it finding the extrabook in the midle…ok, how did I miss the biggest book in the pile, where did I get this book? Ohh yeah I bought it. It seems there is something wrong with this book and it makes me angry that I can’t understund what it is.It looks like an old spell book on the outside, how the hell did I forgot that book. It’s just beoind strange. I mean I no longer have the memory I had when younger when I could could remenber details of casual conversations from years before but still, I don’t usually forget anything that interest me. Much less that a book even exists in a just a few hours.