i should rename myself to 'holden caulfield'

really. we all like to read. we all have a favourite book, and a favourite character (not necessarily in the same book). sometimes we find ourselves similar to this or that fictional charater in this trait or in that way of thinking. but i tell you, there has never been a greater similarity between reader and character than me and holden caulfield, the troubled teenager of the brilliant the catcher in the rye, by j.d.salinger. i've read it again, and i think it has hit me even harder. we are so alike, me and holden. the same tricks to escape from reality. the same feverish imagination, revealing itself in the oddest ways. the same anger against a phony world, while we are as phony as that world we so much hate. the same tendency to self-destruction. the same delusions about life. the same yellowness. the same carelessness. i swear, if anyone ever asks me again "i'd like to know you better", i'll give him or her the book. and wait for the reaction. 

[post edited due to too much misspelling, to mych typos: shitty hour to write, i tell you. and i bet i haven't got'em all.]