I was doom scrolling this morning and an opinion video dissing critics of smut readers pops up. I agree and believe that reading something is better than not reading. Then this thought creeps in!
Though I do not discriminate between the types of readers, I do share the belief that reading does have a profound impact on your brain, it frames your thought and strengthens your vocabulary. Repeated reading cements the recall value of new words and it eventually brings confidence to your speech and prose. This is all that I simply know of, and research says even more on how profound ones psyche is impacted by the quality of their reading.
At this stage, I realised how damaging it must be for my brain when I abandoned reading altogether and worse when I started reading demeaning and derogatory content as a means to self-pleasure. It must have not only been such a disappointing experience for my soul but is also a sure shot way to rot away my brain. I wouldn’t have any shame or guilt about reading erotica if that wasn’t the case.
Piece by piece, I dismantled my armour and disabled me of my one and only superpower that fed my brain and stood by me through thick and thin throughout my life. It is akin to abandoning ones best friend.
This is a reminder to me, to get back to the one ultimate act of self-love that always worked in my favour and never disappointed me. I need to do myself this huge favour again by getting back to my beloved reading and find myself in the process. And even if i don’t find myself, it would atleast enrich my soul with stories, adventures, thoughts and cultures of worlds that I could never even dream of.
I’ll have to find my way back to the part of my life that I loved once with all my heart. This is the THOUGHT.
Now, the plan of ACTION would be to follow some tough but critical rules.
- To find a way to pleasure myself using my imaginative brain instead of relying on brain numbing erotic writings. So, it’s either finding quality stuff or getting imaginative, to stop the brain rot from spreading any further.
- Up my reading hours and be picky and choosy of what I read. And start writing opinion pieces and reviews of whatever I read. I do have a bullshit meter and I need to use it better to make refined choices.
- Be consistent with my reading so that it’ll not fall off the wagon or get side-lined in the grand scheme of things plotted by life. Sure, 2 books a week sounds overkill, but one book a week is achievable and that way it’d be a minimum of 4 books a month, making it, 12 x 4 = 48 books a year. Throw in 2 more and make it 50 books a year, this specific year 2026.
So, here it is,
I PROMISE TO READ 50 BOOKS IN 2026.
AND
WRITE A PAGE ATLEAST, ABOUT MY THOUGHTS FOR IT OR HOW THE BOOK MADE ME FEEL.
- Make a catalogue of my progress and update it at regular intervals.
- Be picky and choosy of what and how much I Netflix or binge-watch. If I cannot reduce the time I spend on it, I can always up the quality standards of what I watch so that my brain gets something of the rot until I fix this menace of an addiction.
Then there’s ACCOUNTABILITY.
Either be accountable for yourself or find an accountability partner. Let’s think a bit more on this and circle it back again.
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