Food for the Thought Gone Wrong
I started reading novels in my senior year of high school. I just did it for the book reports. I couldn't even believe that I got a perfect score for reviewing a kiddie novel!
Anyway, I was already in college then when I started doing it for pleasure. I felt pressured on reading one because my blockmates are doing it too. I felt inferior as well, since I have poor reading skills. Reading is definitely a hypnotic to me. I feel uncanny drenching myself in an extensive perusal, especially if I'm reading a textbook. However, I never thought that it could be fun, depending on the content.
Reading feeds your thoughts. It kills your boredom. It makes you happy in a split of a second;or sad;or whatever feeling the book will give. It improves your writing skills. It can inspire and change you into a better person.
It's been months since I last read a novel (around June or July). The reason I'm having that drive is to veer from worrying, overthinking and whatnot. I need to clear my thoughts. The circumstances here drive me insane! I've been so focused on social media and I've already forgotten how awesome it is to do something classic.
Among the two books in hand, I chose to read Acceptance by Susan Coll first. I thought, probably this book is for me. I want to explore the world of type A kids to see how they'd react if they didn't get accepted into the Ivy League universities, or just the type As in general. That's a hunch though, since I barely read it a few hours ago. After finishing two chapters, I closed it and went back to my customary internet browsing.
I realized that I was just fooling myself. I wanted to do something else that interests me a lot (like online window shopping). I planned on reading again because of pressure. If you don't want to do it, stop. If you're not focused, stop. If it's not really that important, don't drag yourself on making it to the finish line. Ergo, laziness is intoxicating again my system. Next week though, I'll have to stop this nonchalant living and get back to serious mode.
Anyway, I was already in college then when I started doing it for pleasure. I felt pressured on reading one because my blockmates are doing it too. I felt inferior as well, since I have poor reading skills. Reading is definitely a hypnotic to me. I feel uncanny drenching myself in an extensive perusal, especially if I'm reading a textbook. However, I never thought that it could be fun, depending on the content.
Reading feeds your thoughts. It kills your boredom. It makes you happy in a split of a second;or sad;or whatever feeling the book will give. It improves your writing skills. It can inspire and change you into a better person.
It's been months since I last read a novel (around June or July). The reason I'm having that drive is to veer from worrying, overthinking and whatnot. I need to clear my thoughts. The circumstances here drive me insane! I've been so focused on social media and I've already forgotten how awesome it is to do something classic.
Among the two books in hand, I chose to read Acceptance by Susan Coll first. I thought, probably this book is for me. I want to explore the world of type A kids to see how they'd react if they didn't get accepted into the Ivy League universities, or just the type As in general. That's a hunch though, since I barely read it a few hours ago. After finishing two chapters, I closed it and went back to my customary internet browsing.
I realized that I was just fooling myself. I wanted to do something else that interests me a lot (like online window shopping). I planned on reading again because of pressure. If you don't want to do it, stop. If you're not focused, stop. If it's not really that important, don't drag yourself on making it to the finish line. Ergo, laziness is intoxicating again my system. Next week though, I'll have to stop this nonchalant living and get back to serious mode.