I’ve Never Liked Reading

Thank you all for visiting. Yours sincerely, Jan Paul (J.P.D.T.).
I never liked reading…. before. I hate it but not anymore.

I used to hate reading. I remember one time when I was still in high school, our educator required us to read a short story to answer few questions related to it. I immediately refused to read that and just copied my friend’s work instead because when I searched for that story in the book, I found that the said “short” story took up 3 pages. And back then, when the story takes up about half the page of a bond paper, I would call it a novel and novels for me are “Self-torturing devices” made for masochistic people.

Looking back when I was growing up. Every bedtime, before I go to sleep,  I would always stare at all the precariously stacked academic books atop my bookshelf, and I would always look at those while asking myself, why? Why would anyone torture themselves? Why would anyone force themselves in to reading those books? That’s boring, just a waste of time.

My prejudice mind never changed pretty much up until late 2015 when out of curiosity and just to see what the fuss is all about, I downloaded wattpad. I signed in and scrolled for something good. I found one that is interesting and not too long enough to bore me, about half the size of a novel. I was hesitant at first, I kept questioning myself if it really is worth my “precious” time but I did it anyways.

The genre of this book is horror, my favorite at that time. I always read it at night ’cause it is a lot scarier when it’s dark and when I’m alone in the room. I find this book really interesting, scary but good. While reading, I didn’t really notice that time’s passing by really quickly. The room’s dead silent at first and everything gets amplified, I can hear every noise in the room, the air condition’s rumble, and the air buzzing outside. But as I dove deeper into the story, the outside noise slowly fades and my mind is slowly drifting into a vast universe. Feeling every sensation that the story is describing.

When I finished the book, I asked myself, “is that it? That’s too short!” Like why in the heaven did I not noticed that the book is ending, why didn’t I realized that I just did what I thought was painful and unbearable. How did that happen?

Then to satisfy my new-found craving I looked for another story, something good and novel size this time. I look for something popular because this would guarantee me that it is interesting enough not to bore me and go back to hating.

I read the book and I fell in love with it in an instant. This book answered my question why people endured the pain of reading a book. I found out that there’s no pain at all in reading. It is fun, exciting, and a roller coaster ride experience. It is more immersive than watching a film or a TV series. But what really sells me is it feeds my brain with stories to think. I dream all the time, I constantly think and  make stories in my head to compensate for my lack of social abilities. Reading books is like fixing my mind for me. It kind of massage my brain, it’s very relaxing and for the first time, I finally understood those people who go in silence just to read. And for the first time, I finally liked reading.

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies . . . The man who never reads lives only one.”

George R.R. Martin

I know I’m not good in english, grammar, and my punctuation is terrible. And I am not good at writing either, sorry for wasting your time. Feel free to comment, no need to sign up.

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  1. This is great! It reminds me of my high school days when our terror yet great Filipino Subject Teacher will give us task about “Kwento ni Mabuti”. And when I first read about “Ang Kalupi”, I instantly loved reading. Then my best friend introduce me to Bob Ong – and the rest is history! I read and I read – self-help, humor, novel, and even jumps into digital articles like blogs! ^_^

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  2. I was the opposite. I loved to read in order to escape into other worlds. I needed to escape, in order to run from the real world. A world of abuse, neglect, and poverty. I started to fall in love with history. At the age of 13, I had already discovered that history repeated itself.

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    1. Thanks for sharing you thoughts through comment section. I really appreciate it.😍🥰😍It’s great to know that you were introduced to reading earlier in life though it’s sad that reality still exist and will still happen in the future.


  3. Somewhere I read that ‘authors live twice’ & here you mentioned “A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies . . . The man who never reads lives only one.”
    It looks fascinating.
    George R.R. Martin’

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