This Week's Question:
I was talking to a co-worker the other day about a book I’d read recently, and realized how very, very few people I can do that with. In my daily life, it seems like almost no-one reads anything more than a newspaper or a fashion magazine. I only have one person I can truly chat about books with … and yet, being a Capital-R-Reader, I simply can’t imagine going through life without a book constantly at hand, or shelves of them proudly displayed downstairs. I’m proud of being a person who not only reads, but who reads a lot–not just in volume but in variety. I like having an inquiring mind. I like exploring new ideas. I love following an intricately plotted story (the more layers the better). I love BEING a reader and simply can’t imagine what it’s like to go through life without being one.
Am I the only one who feels this way? That wonders at how other people can simply NOT do something that should be so essential? Who feels almost sad that so many people seem content to go through their lives without stretching their mental wings at all?
Can you imagine NOT being a Reader? How does it shape your life? Your perception of it?
How does being a Reader affect your relationship with all those folks who are looking at it from the other side and simply can’t understand how you can sit and READ all the time?
Yep, it’s a long-winded, philosophical springboard to a ephemeral conversation … go, see what you can make of it!
Seeing the fact that I actually grew up around books (as well as board games and puzzles), I can't really imagine not being a reader. Minus the fact that I'll probably be super bored 24/7 (yes. VERY). I could probably still daydream and wander in fictional worlds when I want to, but most of them are bounced off the books I read with the big "What IF?" That said, reading gives me perception that imagination can go further than the eye can see. It also helps give me ideas when my English teacher wants us to re-write the ending - I often use a fictional character that I've read about in books (with my very own twist) to give me some ideas. I have so many little writings lying around on MissLiterati that are inspired by books (now that I realize I'm not the writing type of person... I don't go on there much. I just write for the fun of it).
I'm not exactly sad that many people are content going through their lives without stretching their mental wings at all. Minus the fact that our teachers may force us to read books because we have to. I'll be honest: I didn't like some of the books my teacher assigned to us. But some, I love it. And some, I've read it already and enjoyed it while reading it again. I do find it disappointing that many people are missing out on a magical opportunity that they seem to turn a blind side to.
Most people have understood why I read, just as long as I know when it's the RIGHT time to read and the right time to pay attention or do something else. And it works out well in both ways. But I guess the ones who understand me the most are my friends and most (yep, most) of my family members. Although some of my family members are annoyed I read faster than I eat dinner or the fact that I don't play with my cousins when we're over at their place (big difference when you feel like an outcast around them).