Reading and Temperary Friends

When ever I read a book I get lost in the story line, the plot leads me to a place when my whole life seems to be told as a story in my head. Like I'm stuck in "Stranger Then Fiction". I guess that's why I read so much last year to replace the friends I wish I had. I can avoid my own life and enters someone Else's i become a bystander following them through the introduction and climax and falling action. I find some way to add their problems to my own just to kid my self that my life is more interesting then it really is. I stand staring into space explaining the events occurring around me to precise description:

"Her face was drained, she was upset whether she wanted to show it or not. I should go talk to her. I overcome my laziness and walk over pretending to get tissues. 'Hey Paige', say. She doesn't pay attention, she's too interested in the pizza stain on her sweater. I walk away it's no use in getting her to speak, not here, not now..."

The occurrences of geography. That's what went through my head, word for word. I told you I need to get a life. Books and their pages and authors and words, my temporary friends when no one else is there or I feel lost. Thank you for listening, you always let me talk.