In brief...

I'm a Nature-lover, aspiring conservationist, and wannabe traveller in search of outdoor adventure.
My interests vary from conservation to education to heritage to Nature (biodiversity & wildlife) to outdoor activities to life in general.
They occupy most of my waking moment.
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Saturday, April 30, 2016

What makes you weird?

I know I'm weird, in that slightly geeky way, but I never really thought that was too far off normal. After all, there are lots of people out there who can go on and on about Harry Potter, and spout ecology/evolution facts randomly, and have their eyes shine at the thought of data and mapping and other cool stuff like that too. I can read other people's body language and carry out (pretty normal?) conversations, so I think I'm still pretty normal.

What I think, perhaps, makes me really weird is how emotional I can get when reading. I'm about to finish The Gift of Rain by Tan Twan Eng, which I got at a second-hand bookstore somewhere sometime ago. It's the kind of fiction I like - set in some historical context, describing events that had happened, though the characters are fictional. They give me a rich in-depth into life at that point, provide cultural and historical context for the region (other historical fiction I really liked was Ken Follett's Century Trilogy, set in the first and second world wars), and I learn so much from them. Pretty much like memoirs which I enjoy as well (Bound Feet & Western Dress by Pang-Mei Natasha Chang, and Wild Swans by Jung Chang, both of which I had read ages ago as a kid), though knowing it's not entirely real makes me feel like it's a lighter read.

Anyway, I don't quite know anyone who gets so emotionally affected when reading. Or maybe people just don't talk about it very much. I cried, so hard, when Twan Eng described the Japanese invasion of Malaya, the cruelties, innocents abruptly taken away, relationships rent, hearts broken. And I kept crying, though I know the characters are fictional, because there were people like that who had existed, who had experienced all the hardships. And as always, it gets me wondering why, why are there wars, how can people be so cruel to others, and though all that had had happened in the past, why such misery can still exist in the present. And I grieve for everyone who has not been as fortunate as I have, and it makes me even more determined to make my life worthwhile.

Does anyone else quite get so affected when reading? Is that actually normal?

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