Reading

I hate reading. 


Something about moving your eyes across a sea of text just doesn't work for me. I look at the tower of books I need to read for TSD and I die a little inside. Die a lot inside. I'd rather do 3 H3 tutorials in order to avoid reading my GP infopack. So yeah, imagine my emotions as I try to read one page of 名家谈粱山伯与祝英台. 


I don't know how some people find joy and entertainment in it. Like those people who, when they are asked to introduce themselves, go "Hi my name is ____. I like reading." I feel like throttling them, I mean, I know that reading brings you into a new fantasy world where you become fully immersed in the splendor of that world. But, 


1) Think about it, to the people who are watching you immerse yourself in the cataclysmic struggles of that separate universe, you just look like a nerd peering into thick decks of yellowing pieces of paper. 
2) So what if you find a new world? You need to get out of it after the book ends. Aww~
3) Isn't it a bit sad that you, as humans, don't want to see what is amazing around you and don't want to be actively involved in the creation of a "happily ever after", but instead prefer to passively observe an imaginary universe, closing out the universe around you? 
4) Look at my perfect eyesight, look at your glasses. Nuff said. 


Ah well, I shall end my angsty blogpost before everyone i know comes to kill me (I am in RJ, land of nerds, I remind myself). Headed by my sister, no doubt. 


And I qualify, I might be just writing this because I spent the last 4.5 hours reading The Relapse. Painful thing.