I had an incident with a coworker this week over a book. She was excited to be reading something and I asked her flatly "Is it an adult book?" She responded back that it was and I said "I don't care." She then struggled to explain the plot me. To save us both time and frustration I told her "I'm never going to read it. Don't explain it to me. We're not going to discuss it and I'm just going to glaze over while you talk about it. Just. Stop. Thank you."
While that was rude on my part I have often wondered why I have to care what a coworker or acquaintance is reading? It's a deeper question than that, though. Because I glaze over and tune out when people are telling me about things they've read all the time. It's not that I don't care, it's that my reading habits are very different.
Okay. Really? I don't care. The excuse is that my reading habits tend to differ from most adults. For instance: most adults don't read YA, most adults read an average of one book a year, most adults don't like reading and tend to force themselves through a book, most adults watch television more than me (at least this is what it's like where I live).
So the question isn't why the f*ck should I care anymore. It's why the f*ck should anyone care what I'm reading? I'm not anyone special, but I do tend to mention this blog, I do tend to mention reading a lot, and I could talk the right person's head off for an hour. I could sit around and Twitter at you guys all day and discuss Insurgent for weeks because you guys are the right people.
The Right People (a list):
- Coworkers who read.
- Bloggers and internet people who read.
- Family members that read.
- Friends who read.
The Wrong People (a list):
- Coworkers who don't read.
- Family members who don't read.
- Friends who don't read.
Maybe I'm just asking for it: I mention books because they're central to my life. This week I talked about koalas for a good five minutes because I read it in some book. Next week I could be discussing how toasters are made.
|Their face when you explain you haven't |
heard of that particular book.
For readers there's this whole big universe of books, for non-readers who read that one book a month but claim the reader title: there's a universe of ten authors, and if you haven't heard of them it's a f*cking travesty.
So here's my question: why the f*ck should I care? I don't, so I don't feel obligated to go through the chit chat associated with a book I'm not interested in. I think it's a time saver for me to just say "No." Or is it rude?
The odd part of this entire incident is that I've fulfilled a fantasy of mine: that fantasy involved telling someone I didn't care what they're reading, and that if they wanted to, they could always start a blog. Rude or not I feel satisfied that she's enjoying her book, I'm enjoying mine, and that we don't have to talk about it.
And those are my thoughts for this week's why the f*ck friday. Feel free to dispute me or berate me below. I enjoy hearing the bookish and nerdy thoughts of others.