So, we all know what people who love to read are often portrayed like: Dorky, nearsighted, afraid of their own shadow messes who are too scared of the world to do anything but read a book.
Well, we all know that we read because it is amazing. But how many of these stereotypes are true for you? I thought it’d be fun to test them out for me, and compare with you!
Well, this one is a little hard to decide. Should be cut and dry, right? I don’t, in fact, wear glasses. But I did. For a long, long time. Since I was like, five, and had the same glasses as the lunch lady:
My vision was so bad that I got contacts at ten, because I couldn’t make it through swim practice without crashing into walls and junk. But I still wore glasses sometimes, right? Sure. Until…. Behold the power of LASIK. Actually, it was a similar procedure for people with extra-crappy eyes, but whatever. Let’s roll with it for the sake of the story. Now? No on the glasses. I assume someday, I’ll get old-lady vision, but for now, it’s a no!
People have a tendency to think that all bookish folks like to sit in some librarious cavern and bury their heads in artificial light and fiction. I know for a fact that most of them do not do this. At all. But me?
Well… yeah. I kind of do. Unless it is like, in a pool, or like, an extra special occasion like touring some amazing international city, I am going to pass on outside activities. Camping? No. Hiking? Find another friend. Seriously, I even complain if I am at the beach for too long. I used to hide in a closet and read when my mom wanted me to go out and play.
I confess, I don’t “get” this one. I kind of like to be well rounded in all kinds of things, and while I may pay attention to my lovely fictional worlds and fellow book lovers a bit more than the Kardashians, I still know who they are. Because I don’t live under a rock.
Also, I kind of love me some TV. In fact, I think quite a few of my fellow readers do! And obviously, we will fangirl over just about any book-to-movie adaptation. Wait, that doesn’t count? Fine, but I am still going to be watching trashy TV too, no worries.
Obviously we want to read books because no humans talk to us. Right? Oh wait, you actually have a lovely group of friends and family? Oops. Seriously, who came up with this!? Fine, my friends and I up until like, seventh grade spent most of our time talking about The Baby-Sitters’ Club, but we did other stuff too.
I think we all know that this one is pretty ridiculous. And I mean, we have each other. Obviously.
Obviously, we are completely uncouth and will start clucking like a chicken and rubbing on you in the middle of the mall. Right. That’s why I read. You know, to avoid the stares that my insane behavior warrants.
You’ll be pleasantly surprised that I don’t awkwardly gawk at people, or lick my shoes. Do I have anxiety? Sure thing. But that basically has zero to do with why I read.
Sure, I’d be willing to bet that quite a few of us would probably rather read a new book than say, do an Ironman. But, I also am willing to bet that there are those of us who can do both. I mean, I am not one of them, and my volleyball skills are totally that of the above pictured Raven-Symone. I cannot ride a bike, I am pretty much useless at catching or throwing things. Running leads to a full-fledged asthma attack. Oh, but wait. There’s this one thing….
Yeah, that is the extent of my physical prowess, but I have been doing it for a long time. College, high school, little kid… well, you get the idea.