During a Language workshop on reading I was forced to consider my thoughts on reading.
I love reading- that is if by reading you mean: Twitter, Facebook, Texts, Messages, and Magazines (I can proudly say I’ve read over two years worth of Cosmopolitan Magazine- until a few months ago as they changed their editor and now I’m not such a fan )
This counts right? Probably not in my best interest, 50% of the time I barely finish a whole English word in a text that’s not the best practice.
Books however… I’m not such a fan. Since the 50 shades trilogy and the new book in that collection I can’t even think about the last book I read. That sounds awful doesn’t it!
I can’t cope with the the thought of reading- even for assignments I struggle to open a book and I have no idea why! It would benefit me greatly, they’re free at the library, it’s arguably the most reliable resource available- so why won’t I pick up a book, stick my nose in it, and just read.
In school I loved reading aloud I was very confident in my reading and enjoyed having all eyes on me (not to brag but I did win the burns competition every year from p1 to p6) -but that was reading aloud- I was acting, showing off it made it fun. Being hauled up at an uncomfortable desk neck arched over a book probably held by over 100 peoples grubby fingers does not appeal to me in the slightest. My mind wanders, I daydream, next thing I know I’ve read five pages and taken in nothing (but I know exactly what I’ll make for dinner, what I’ll wear out at the weekend, and that I have to text my pal as soon as possible) so I give up.
im very disappointed in myself. Throughout the lecture I was possessed on this thought “Why can’t I just read?” The fact is I’ve persuaded myself I don’t like it and in order to get to grips with my inner bibliophile I need to get sorted get comfy and stick in.