It's a never-ending cycle of boredom and disappointment. A constant reminder that I'm not as smart or interesting as the people I'm trying to read about.
The words blur together on the page, forming a mess of greyish-brownish squiggles that make my eyes water.
I'd rather watch paint dry than read a book about paint drying.
I'm not saying I'm against reading. I'm just saying I have better things to do with my time. Like watch cat videos.
Or eat a whole pizza by myself.
Or learn a new form of ninjutsu.
But hey, if you're into that sorta thing, I hear the subpage I Love Reading is a real treat.
Or, if you're feeling adventurous, you can try Why I Hate Everything for a truly existential experience.