I'm Allergic To Words...

Never, never, never have I ever really liked to read. As a toddler my parents and family bought books for my twin and I, but it was always just a waste of money. Unless ripping them up wasn't a waste? During my childhood, I had to be forced to read. School and my grades was the only motivation I had to even allow myself to look at a book’s title. It’s as though I hated reading with a burning passion; books made my skin crawl!

As I continued to get older, years growing and growing, my outlook started to change. I began to attempt to pick up a book, even though I’d only read a few pages, I still tried. I honestly don’t think reading will ever catch my attention. I have no type of yearning for English, literature; nothing in those categories. Maybe that could be one of the reasons why I don’t like reading. 

When I became a teenager, I was only interested in books that caught my attention. Some consisted of comics, horror, and even romance. I loved romantic books more than anything. I believe that being a teenager, “growing up,” and beginning the stage of conversing with boys caused me to enjoy these books so much. 

Then, it all came to a stand still once I entered high school. I haven’t flipped the pages of a book every since this summer. Now, I hate reading again. I dislike reading short sentences on my classwork or homework that tell me directions. It’s crazy how things could flip-flop so much over just a few years.

I honestly feel deep down inside of me, that reading is not for me. I understand anyone that can read, should read, but it’s not something that interests me. I’ve always wanted to change this about myself, but it just never seems to work. I once read the quote “Practice makes perfect,” and that’s exactly what I’ll do.