Most people would agree this statement is one that a young child would make about to get out of school work; however, I, at the age of 19, have this mind set. Yes, reading is bad for me, and quite frankly I wish this upon everyone else.
This makes me sound exponentially stupid; however, I have failed to provide you with the correct context. Reading is actually detrimental to my life. I like to lead a life where I see friends, do community service, take my college classes seriously, and help out whoever asks. While I don’t do anything to terribly amazing, I still find myself pressed for time when I want to read anything not mandated by classes. Therein lies my problem, when you take into consideration that I treat/read books, similarly like this http://i.imgur.com/Mw41k.gif. Nothing stands between me and my book when I am reading. I literally do not put them down. For example, I have recently starting reading George RR Martin’s tomes called A Song of Ice and Fire, and I haven’t put them down. In the past 2 months I have read four of the lengthy verses to this song and over half of the fifth - this has lead my roommate accuse me of treating the series like crack, which I can’t argue against.
The point is that I am completely and total useless when reading. Maybe my friend calling me an opium addict would have been more accurate? Anyhow, the point is that when I read, I do nothing else. My only priority is finding out what what happens next in the book, I am at that point in time devouring. My school work suffers, I don’t really hang out with my friends, etc. thus, I find reading is detrimental to my life; however, because I find reading beneficial to society, I wished more shared my view that reading is bad for them. Not because they don’t want to read, but because it consumes, defines, and teaches them while they read.
Credit to ezoj123on Reddit for used giff. However, no clue where he got it…
What do we do when we find ourselves growing into someone we don’t want to be? Do we just ignore it? Do we try to control it? Or do we try to become who we once were?
With a begrudging attitude I believe we should let ourselves grow into what we don’t want to be. Let yourself be angry, spiteful, and even bitter. To ignore that part of you is to ignore all of you. For a long time I thought to be happy was to lack pain, fear, and sadness; however, I have learned over the last year to be happy is to experience all the bad things and still carry on. Acknowledge you are unhappy to acknowledge you are whole. Do not let this consume you, but instead let if fuel you when everything else is gone. Bitterness is a sour water and spite a cold meal, but it will nourish you on to a better place. Remember that since you changed into this you will change into something new, which will be nourished by better life, but for now embrace the negative and let it save you.
We are not who we acknowledge to be but rather a crude and unknown mixture of what others call us, what we hide from ourselves, as well as what we claim and hope to be.
I will probably just post whatever I feel like on here. Anything I see and think, “Oh, thats awesome” will probably be posted. Also, I will probably use this to express how I feel about things happening in my life, but hey its a blog! I don’t care about what I say on here. I will definitely try to show respect on this but I am not going to change my views on here to make you comfortable. This will be my space not society’s. I do enough to celebrate the group mentality on my own - it is my turn to celebrate the individual. Its time to be Zac Hyder and have no one else’s yes man.