According to Goodreads, I've read 135 books since I graduated from high school four years ago. Is there something wrong with me? This isn't humble bragging. I'm seriously concerned and asking, is there something wrong with me?
I know that plenty of life must have happened during those four years, but 135 is a lot of books. When did this happen? Have I done nothing but read this whole time? I scroll through my "read" list and I recognize each book listed; I even remember the act of reading each one when I read them...but like, did I really read all of those books? Was that really me? Have I been sleeping? Am I some Black bookworm Rip Van Winkle or something? Does 135 books mean I've had no life? I guess I've just gotten used to reading so much that it's become a part of me and I don't think about it anymore. Not as a quantitatively measured task, I mean. 135. Hmm. Geez.
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