Hari's doctor and his therapist told him two very contradicting things.
His doctor told him, Hari, you need to stop overexerting yourself. Your health is constantly fluctuating and you are in danger of falling deathly ill if you're not careful. It was a simple enough order. He needed to cut back on socializing and exploring to take time to rest so he wouldn't get sick everyday.
But then his therapist told him something else. She said, Hari, your chronic depression is the reason you're getting sick in the first place. You need to stop isolating yourself and try to form meaningful connections with other people so your mental and physical health would improve.
They should stop worrying so much. If he dies, it is simply his time.
Still, he didn't like the idea of constant isolation or mingling with large crowds very much. He scoured the College for things to do and found out about the Book Club.
He liked the idea of book club. He liked books. It would be great to talk about them with other people. He joined a week ago and, just recently, took up the mantle of club leader.
As leader, he wanted other people to appreciate the wonder of books as much as him and the other members. He put up flyers all over the campuses about a Book Club gathering.
The gatherings were finally going to be held today and tomorrow. He arranged with the librarians to keep a section of the library open for their gathering. They put up interesting books for people to peruse, for both novices and bibliophiles alike, ranging from easy to read modern Young Adult serials such as the Harry Potter and Hunger Games, to the much harder classics, like Homer and Joyce and Shelley, to any and everything in between. He decorated the area with simple adventuring decorations, putting stuffed animals of wild beasts on top of the shelves, marking the sections with plates as if they were treasure, and putting up a library map/treasure map on the big empty wall.
To further the public's interest, he baked a huge batch of chocolate chip cookies and biscuits shaped like X's, guns and palm trees. The beverages area had blue lemonade and red iced tea marked as "mana" and "health" respectively.
He spent a whole week preparing, and he was honestly exhausted from making things presentable. It was almost three — a lot of the students were going to be free from class. He sat in a corner, coughing up a lung because of work and sincerely hoping he garnered enough interest for the little event.
His doctor told him, Hari, you need to stop overexerting yourself. Your health is constantly fluctuating and you are in danger of falling deathly ill if you're not careful. It was a simple enough order. He needed to cut back on socializing and exploring to take time to rest so he wouldn't get sick everyday.
But then his therapist told him something else. She said, Hari, your chronic depression is the reason you're getting sick in the first place. You need to stop isolating yourself and try to form meaningful connections with other people so your mental and physical health would improve.
They should stop worrying so much. If he dies, it is simply his time.
Still, he didn't like the idea of constant isolation or mingling with large crowds very much. He scoured the College for things to do and found out about the Book Club.
He liked the idea of book club. He liked books. It would be great to talk about them with other people. He joined a week ago and, just recently, took up the mantle of club leader.
As leader, he wanted other people to appreciate the wonder of books as much as him and the other members. He put up flyers all over the campuses about a Book Club gathering.
A bit corny, but he made sure to add in explosion effects on the flyers to make them cooler and flashier.
The gatherings were finally going to be held today and tomorrow. He arranged with the librarians to keep a section of the library open for their gathering. They put up interesting books for people to peruse, for both novices and bibliophiles alike, ranging from easy to read modern Young Adult serials such as the Harry Potter and Hunger Games, to the much harder classics, like Homer and Joyce and Shelley, to any and everything in between. He decorated the area with simple adventuring decorations, putting stuffed animals of wild beasts on top of the shelves, marking the sections with plates as if they were treasure, and putting up a library map/treasure map on the big empty wall.
To further the public's interest, he baked a huge batch of chocolate chip cookies and biscuits shaped like X's, guns and palm trees. The beverages area had blue lemonade and red iced tea marked as "mana" and "health" respectively.
He spent a whole week preparing, and he was honestly exhausted from making things presentable. It was almost three — a lot of the students were going to be free from class. He sat in a corner, coughing up a lung because of work and sincerely hoping he garnered enough interest for the little event.
