One of my favorite ways to relax is to go to my favorite Tim Horton’s coffee shop sit, drink coffee, and read. I do it before work to get my mind revved for the day. I do it on my days off to explore another “world”. I just mind my own business, stick my face in my book and read. For me, it’s that simple. For others, it’s not, I guess.
I have learned to live with the cranky old man that has to go table to table and try to engage people in conversation about his bitch-du-jour from the local paper. I can ignore the attention-seeking lady that has to make sure everyone knows that she “needs” help getting her order to her table. But, a couple of days ago, as I was quietly reading, I experienced a first. Here’s how the conversation went (roughly):
Random Person: “Hey, I love Stephen King.”
Me: “Hi, me too.”
Random Person: “I have read all of the Dark Tower books a couple of times.”
Me: “I am working on catching up with them.”
Random Person: “Didn’t you love when…[insert random scene from “The Gunslinger”]
Me: “I don’t really remember. But, I am sure I enjoyed it when I read it.”
Random Person: “You don’t remember? That was the best part of the book. I can almost recite those books word for word.”
Me: “I read a lot for enjoyment. I don’t really memorize any of what I read.”
Random Person: [walking away] “Oh, you’re that kind of reader.”
I just sat there dumbstruck! What would I have said? Not that I had the opportunity. But, had she stuck around, I have no idea how I would have responded. I guess I am “that kind of reader”. I read for enjoyment. I read to relax. I read to escape the other things that occupy my mind. I read like some people play sports, go for a walk, watch movies…drink (?). Books are my drug of choice, I guess. I don’t read to memorize or analyze or criticize. I read because I enjoy the story. I like the adventure. I like to learn new things. I like my brain to be active.
So, I am “that kind of reader” and I am proud of it.