Reading

 I like to read. Everything's fair game, from nutrition facts on food labels ( something I occasionally regret paying attention to) to assembly instructions (which I confess I often ignore); from spine tingling novels to tampon instructional leaflets (come on guys, who hasn't done that?  I mean, the box was right there next to the toilet, you're just sitting there anyway, right?).  

My point is, I love reading and always wish I had more time for it.  I envy my wife, who can read while there's music blasting nearby, while she's got something she's watching on tv or while I'm babbling to her.  I can only read when I have complete quiet, and usually only in the morning.  I'm too easily distracted to try to read with background noise.  I know most people read in bed at night to help them fall asleep, and I've tried that.  That's the problem, though.  I start to read and can barely get through a paragraph or so before I start nodding off.  When I have to reread a sentence, paragraph or a full page two and three times, that signals that it's time to just put the book down and call it a night.  Sure, I can occasionally make it through an entire chapter, but I often have to go back to see where I left off, many times having to scan the whole chapter.  

I'll be facing retirement in a matter of a decade or two, and I hope I can remain in possession of my faculties long enough to possibly enjoy some lengthy reading when that time arrives.

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  1. Mary KirklandJune 7, 2021 at 11:01 AM

    I hope you can get some reading in at that time too. I read all the time. I like to listen to music when I'm reading but I can read when the tv is on or when I'm in bed and aren't quite ready for sleep.

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    1. presstfortimeJune 8, 2021 at 3:15 AM

      I'm envious of this ability you and my wife share!

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  2. J E OneilJune 7, 2021 at 11:26 AM

    I suppose I'm lucky that I can usually read if something's going on in the background. Maybe you should try some noise-canceling headphones!

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  3. Elephant's ChildJune 8, 2021 at 1:10 PM

    A love of reading is an addiction of mine. Like you I will happily read most things. And sometimes struggle to remember what I have read in bed at night.
    Books almost always triumph over background noise here - and usually over 'essential' chores as well.

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    1. presstfortimeJune 16, 2021 at 1:22 AM

      Yes, I suppose there are worse things one could be addicted to.

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  4. nickJune 16, 2021 at 4:48 AM

    I can't read if there's a lot of background noise either. I need peace and quiet like you. I've been retired for several years and I love being able to read a lot more than when I was working. But I once knew a girl who could only study properly with background music. And she aced all her exams!

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    1. presstfortimeJune 20, 2021 at 4:15 AM

      Well that's good for her. I love music, always have, and would surely love to be able to do as she did. Not happening!

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