A while ago I ranted about how stereotypes about bookish people infuriate me. Another workplace incident happened that I’ve still been stewing over and decided what better way to get my rant on then a big ol’ gif rant.
So I was talking to somebody at work about reading and how I blog to which that person responded, “How do you have time to read so much? Yeah, I sure don’t have time in my life for reading.” The way they said it, and I can read this person like a book, basically meant: “Aww that’s so cute that your life isn’t full of important things that you have time to do something as insignificant as reading a book. That’s adoraaaable but I actually DO THINGS”
They might as well have pat my head or pinched my cheeks or have done something else really condescending to make me feel like reading isn’t a valid choice for my life.
Of course I’m at work so I have to play it cool so on the outside I’m like, “Ok Fiiine. I must get back to my desk.”
But on the inside I’m really like
Because the thing is…
YOU HAVE THE SAME AMOUNT OF TIME THAT I DO! You just choose to use it differently.
So when you are
Just remember that you could be CHOOSING to use that time to read.
But in all serious, do you ever feel like people think you don’t have a life because you read? I mean, my life is so well rounded — I travel, I go dancing, I frolic in forests etc etc! I do so many things but during my free time, when I’m faced with a choice, rather than watching sixteen hours of Jerry Springer or spending 17.7 hours laughing my face off looking at gifs on Tumblr (no I totally didn’t do thaaaat)…I choose to use my time to read. Not all the time but it’s this little thing called “making time”…you know…when something is IMPORTANT to you you tend to make time for it.
I get this sort of thing all the time when people realize how much I read. I feel the need to dispel myths…especially when people try to act like reading is this quaint little hobby reserved for people with nothing better to do or for the socially inept.
Ok, whew, I feel much better. I can go back to being my normal self tomorrow…