Showing posts with label weird. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weird. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Am I the strange one?

"You're so weird."

It is one of Erin's favorite remarks these days, but could she be right?  Oh, no.  That would be ridiculous.

But, when she used it the last time, it made me think.

The two of us were walking home after ballet.  We were having a debate over which book I was reading when we took our vacation to Tupper Lake back in 2006.  I was convinced it was Harry Potter, but Erin knew it was Twilight.  She was thinking about that vacation and had remembered our canoe trip, where I made her read the book to me as I paddled.


As we were walking into the apartment building I said, "I really want to read Twilight again."

That's when she said, "you're so weird."

"Why?  Because I want to read Twilight for a second time?  I really want to read them again because now that I know how it ends, I want to start from the beginning and read them more thoroughly."

"No.  Because you read soooooo much.  That's weird."

Erin's right, I do read a lot.  Since we have lived in this apartment I have read three books.  I have had a lot of time on my hands, but I have read three books nonetheless.

The first thing I thought to myself was, I'm not that weird, my mom reads a lot too.  Well, as we have already established, I am exactly like my mother, so that probably isn't the best gauge of weirdness.

Three books in two weeks is a lot, even for me, but I love it.  I have a Kindle and the Kindle app on my telephone (this is one of the times when I adore technology!).  I have also read a paperback that I brought to the city with me.  After I pick Erin up from ballet I stand waiting for the train, reading my book.  I read it while we are on the train.  I read it on the couch.  I read before I go to sleep.  And plenty of times I read while I eat breakfast.  Is that strange?

Erin happens to strongly dislike reading, so her opinion is a bit biased, but am I the strange one?

Do you like reading?  Or am I one of the few weird ones left that enjoys reading books?