Hello people, before all let me apologize for my bad english, sometimes I struggle with writing long sentences.
What I am about to say may be kind of a Informational hazard, like somebody reminding you that you need to breathe/blink, and then you’re upset because you do it manually before you forget it. This kind of stuff, and personally i hate this myself so if somebody is struggling with info hazards don’t let yourself to read this.
So, the thing is, when I was a teenager I liked to read a lot. I liked to read classic books so I knew my literature references in daily life. And among students you could find a common ground with new people when you could talk about mandatory school literature.
Not long ago, I bought the Metro 2033 book (never read any sci-fi or post-apo books before), and i absolutely digged it. I liked the atmosphere and it was thrilling and all, but like somewhere in the middle i just kind of became aware that I am reading a book about something, what’s arguably not ever going to happen in my lifetime, what I will not share and talk about with anyone I know. You know I just got the idea it doesn’t benefit me in any way and that its kind of pointless for me to read. Not only I lost all my motivation to read, but I lost also feeling of immersion or thrill of the book like before this. Im not joking in that moment I struggled to read any more and I just got up and went working outside. I have lots of similiar moments I get this “awareness” and its the most annoying thing, like I don’t enjoy going to movies anymore, you get the idea, its actually so sad because i loved reading and watching movies so much.
Its kind of a call of help actually, i was thinking a lot about going to ask you guys on reddit, if you also experience something like this and have any tips to overcome this situation. 🙁 Thank you for bearing with me and reading this, thanks for any replies, have a nice day yall and stay blessed.
by synarcad
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>You know I just got the idea it doesn’t benefit me in any way
You might ask yourself: Why should it? Why does it have to? Why can’t I do it for its own sake?
Just wanted to say that to suddenly get no joy from the things you used to love could be a sign of depression.
If you’re sure that’s not the case, I would try switching genres. Maybe to classics/more literary works. Even though it’s fiction (and often because of it), great works exploring the human condition really gives me more food for thought than a non-fiction psychology book ever could. Personally I get that empty feeling after reading crime novels, but not when reading Steinbeck, Faulkner, Woolf etc, etc.