So today I did a shift at work. It was only 10-4:30 because the weather was miserable and no-one came, but my feet hurt so much!
On the plus side, I can now afford some shoes that I’ve been after for ages. Wooo.
Also I got officially made an admin for a Super Special Project, and I’m hoping to be Editor In Chief too. More on that later on when it’s grown wings.
ANYWAY. We haven’t had one of these for a while…
Today’s conundrum is:
Would you rather have the ability to read minds but be illiterate, OR simply be able to read.
Ok, so this isn’t a conundrum at all.
Much though my anxiety dictates that I need to know what’s going on in people’s heads to adapt my behaviour to their wishes, I would much rather take my meds to quell it (note to self: take meds) and be able to read.
I would be lost without reading. Most parents tell their child off for not reading, I got (and still get) told off for reading too much.
I will immerse myself in the back of a cereal packet if the worst comes to worst. I NEED TO READ.
I recall a time when I was about 4, and on a walk trough a bluebell wood with my parents and grandma. I stopped to read the information sign, because READING and looked up to find my family halfway down the path and an audience of old ladies just watching me read out loud. (It freaked me out big time).
I firmly believe that there should be absolutely no illiteracy in the world today, and I am willing to sacrifice superpowers such as telepathy to make it so. *cheesy voice and harp music* reading is a superpower in itself.
Anyway, I am now going to try and remember what it’s like to have feeling in the balls of my feet.
Hope everyone’s ok out there