I have this weird thing about reading now.
Because I read so much for my classes, I never feel like reading for personal fulfillment. I would rather fill my mind with tasteless drivel than read a book. Not that I’m saying that this is a good thing.
But, I don’t want that. Intellectually, I’m just burned out. I want to be able to read a book all day like I’ve done in the past, but I’m just so tired of thinking and doing when I set out to read for enjoyment that even personal enjoyment becomes a chore, like I’m scheduling personal fulfillment into my schedule.
Time to rearrange some values, I guess.
(I really just want to read Till We Have Faces again. I was talking about it with my friends, and I kept getting chills just talking about. Such a good book.)
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