Today’s assignment: Tell me about times you haven’t read. What were you doing?
It’s almost funny to me because the times when I don’t read are probably the times I should read the most. Reading is often a wonderful escape. Because it is one of the only activities you can do in which you absolutely cannot think about anything else. But I usually don’t read when I’m stressed or overwhelmed. I’m not reading right now. And I probably should be. Sometimes I find that my absence from reading almost makes things worse, which is odd. It’s almost like when you have a bad fight with a good friend. Things in your chest feel tight and you feel awkward. Like you’re missing a piece of you. That’s like what not reading does to me. I feel half empty when I don’t read. It is such a giant part of my life. But sometimes because it is such a huge part of my life, it has certain pressures built into it. And that’s why when I’m overwhelmed and stressed, I don’t read. I’m sure this doesn’t make any sense, but I promise you it makes sense to me. It’s almost like avoiding talking to someone who will give you unwanted but accurate advice about the stresses in your life. When I read, I find myself pondering my own life in comparison to the characters, which usually leaves me feeling either motivated or defeated. And when things in life aren’t going so smoothly, I can’t risk feeling more defeated. I’m in the midst of a book that I’m just about finished with, but I haven’t touched it in about a month. I I’m not reading right now.