Growing up, it was difficult to find people who loved to read as much as I did. Or people who read at all, really.
I’ve always baffled by people who claim reading is boring, and yet spend hours and hours in front of the TV watching reality television.
“How can you read so much?” they ask. “It’s so boring. Now excuse me while I watch a rich woman I’ve never met before have her nails painted following a fifteen minute shopping spree.”
How…how is that more interesting? How? I do not understand.
I defy you to give me a convincing reason why watching Kim Kardashian breaking down over shoes is more interesting than a young boy wizard fighting an evil order with a leader so terrifying that just saying his name sends people into throes of agony.
What also confuses me is how many people seem to take pride in their illiteracy. They’ll gaze at you with a wide grin and tell you “they don’t read” or “they don’t have time to read.”
Yeah, they don’t have time to read, but they can punch out an entire series on Netflix in two days. You aren’t fooling anyone.
Besides I can attest to the fact that if you read for maybe 10 minutes a day, you should be able to finish a full-length novel in a month. Bookmarks exist for a reason.
People often ask me what the point of reading is. Why would you read when you can wait until the movie comes out and see everything rather than having to imagine it?
Well, for one thing, books are longer than movies and therefore have more time for things like character development, setting up atmosphere, and give you the opportunity to be inside peoples’ heads without the use of half-assed voice overs.
It’s also been proven that people who read novels generally have more empathy than people who don’t. This makes sense to me since most books now are told through first-person. You are constantly viewing things from the perspective of other people.
But reading makes you anti-social, Rachael!
Pop quiz: how long were you on your phone when you went out to dinner with your friends or significant other? Do you talk to people on the bus, or do you just listen to your music? Do you prefer texting as opposed to talking on the phone because it gives you the power to reply later if you don’t want to talk right now?
Pencils down. Ooh. These results are not good.
I apologize for my saltiness.
If I sound bitter, it’s only because I’ve had to defend my hobby countless times. I don’t get why it’s so hard for people to see why I read, or treat it like it’s some sort of ailment rather than a perfectly healthy leisure activity.
Oh, well. At least Darcy understands.