(Found on tumblr) You can date an illiterate girl and still be the happiest person in the world… All that “you should date a girl who reads, you should date a girl who writes” stuff is bull crap. You don’t even have to date a girl if you don’t swing that way. Writing and reading are intelligent, knowledgeable, sturdy habits, but they’re not measures of human worth. Someone can be illiterate or simply dislike reading and writing yet still have all the words in the entire world; they’ll speak to you through glances or touches and sounds, not words scrawled in messy ink on paper. Someone who is illiterate can actually be one of the most literate beings in the entire world, just in another sense of the word. Back in the olden days, when stories and tales were communicated orally, men and women who wore sheepskin and lived in caves with only plants for their constant companions fell in love with each other like there was no tomorrow. They spoke to one another through tongues and shoulder pats and beautiful grunts, before written language itself was even invented. They were still fluent in body language. So date a girl who can either write up a storm or can’t read a damn word. She’ll be able to communicate with you either way. Find her in coffee houses, listening to the gurgle of water making its way through the coffee pot, the loud buzz of the smoothie machine, humming along to her music on 5th Avenue as the bus makes its way down the crowded streets. Maybe you won’t find her tucked in a library corner with her nose buried in a book (and let’s face it, that expression is useless because your entire soul can get buried in one), or scribbling out her life story in a notebook in the center of Manhattan, but she will listen and pay attention to things all the same-like the sound of coffee, the smoothie machine, her tunes. When you take her out to dinner, you’ll easily forget that she can’t read the menu once she starts gesticulating widely with a lopsided grin, wanting to fill you in on all the details about her recent trip to Costa Rica, where the old women hobbled along in headscarfs and kissed her hand in place of writing her thank you letters. She’ll fill up your entire evening with food and laughter and fun, and not one second of it will need to be spent reading or writing a thing. When she laughs at your jokes, her eyes will crinkle up at the corners like an accordion and it will make up for the fact that she’ll never be able to read your love letters. So when you bring her home, write love letters on her skin with your fingertips instead. And though she won’t be able to write out a response with pen and paper, she’ll be able to write one with hands and mouth, with subtle glances and the way she takes your sweater with her when she leaves, so she’ll have a reason to come back again. And when you’re at work, trying your best to buzz through a long day at the office, the fact that she won’t be able to write you emails or read any of yours will just make seeing her when you get home, tired with wrinkled shirt, all the more worth it. Every moment spent with her will be sweeter. When she speaks, when she points out the homeless men and women lying prostrate on the sidewalk like the world has given up on them, when she drops loose change into their plastic mugs, when she smiles at you, when she starts volunteering at a soup kitchen to feed the hungry, listen. She may not write and she may not read, but she’s got plenty to say all the same. -Rain
Posted on: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 06:39:59 +0000
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