Every now and then, you'll make a new acquaintance that, for the sake of conversation, will ask you what your hobbies are.
And when you tell them that reading is one of them, you'll despise that stupid, incredulous look of disbelief that they don't realize they make when failing to comprehend such seemingly ludicrous things, the laughter of "whataloser" noticeably flicking silently in their eyes.
What you'll hate even more is when they afterwards ask you, "Why?"
What you'll hate even more is when they afterwards ask you, "Why?"
