Reading and Being Forgotten
Written: October 21st 2025, 7:40pmI enjoy reading collections of short stories because I feel that there's less pressure to finish the book/collection quickly. When I'm reading a novel, I feel more pressure to read it quickly because I can't leave the book unfinished. Compared to a collection of short stories, I can read a few of them and then pick the book up a few months later and continue without feeling lost or like I failed at reading again.
Comparison really is the thief of joy. I've always been a slow reader. I go through phases where I read books like I drink water, and then there are times when I go months without reading a book. LMAO, this is no longer a book review, but a reflection on my relationship with reading. I feel like reading has been turned into a game. "How many books can I read in a week?" or "I read 300 books this year," and I struggle to understand how it's possible. Are you actually reading, or are you looking at words on a page? Apps like Goodreads turn reading into a competition to out-read your peers. And if you read more books in a year than they do, then suddenly you're a scholar and they're not. Let me be a slow reader without feeling like I'm falling behind. Let me read one short story and then play Pokémon for 3 hours at midnight.
I try to be intentional with the books I read. I want to read more classics that I didn't get the opportunity to read in school, and now that I'm no longer taking language arts classes, I don't really have a reason to do it. There is no pending essay due. But there is a reason to read because no experience or emotion is unique. The only thing that connects us is that we all feel the same things. All books and reading should make you reflect. It doesn't have to be life-shattering revelations. But it really does make me wonder if reading this quickly leaves you time to reflect, or if I spend too much time ruminating.
I think the act of reading has always been a touchy subject for me because, growing up, English was my second language, and I fell behind in reading and writing compared to my peers. Reading was difficult for me, and I constantly felt like I was bad at it. My teachers never said I was a bad reader, but I knew I wasn't meeting the reading standards.
I think that killed the joy of reading for me as a kid. There is just something about reading and writing that makes me feel inferior. Other people can write a research paper in a few hours, but I struggle so much to put my thoughts on paper. I would genuinely do a 30-minute presentation on the research topic rather than sitting down and writing the fucking paper. It's so paralyzing staring at a blank page and not knowing how to articulate myself. Even when I do write like I’m doing right now, it hurts because all I see in Word are all the red lines. I don't know how to spell. I suck at grammar. I can't even play Mad Libs because I don't know all the different parts of speech ~it's embarrassing~.
I think I’ve been writing more because my fear of being forgotten is bigger than my fear of writing. I don't take enough pictures because “I’m living in the moment,” but los recuerdos son los que quedan, and pictures are a snapshot of that memory. In reality, I don't take pictures because I don't like the way I look. But it's stupid because whenever I’ve looked back at pictures, I'm not thinking “ew, I look ugly”. I’m reminiscing on that moment and those people that I shared my time with. One specific instance of this is my quinceañera:
In that time, I remember specifically being so anxious about taking photos because I was a self-conscious teenager with my mother in my ear, telling me that I needed to lose weight before my pictures. When I first got my pictures back from the photographer, she asked me to pick out the ones I wanted in the album, and I didn't do it. I didn't open the files to see how I looked. She ended up picking out the ones she thought were best and made the album. When I got the final album, I looked at it once before I shoved it to the bottom of my bookshelf. Recently, I looked at pictures. I looked like a princess; the pictures were beautiful. The experience of my quinceañera got ruined.
The point of that story was that after I saw some of the few physical pictures I had of myself, I knew I had to get over it and just take more because if I didn't take pictures, who would (my friends do but you know what I mean i need to make that change mysef I cant rely on them to be my historians). I'm also not saying that I need to document myself because I’m this important future historical figure. I just want my future self to be able to see the past versions of myself and have memories to look back on. Pictures are keys to memories.
Most of my childhood memories are in a bunch of SD cards or lost on phones that weren't connected to the cloud and that are now sitting in some landfill. I keep all the SD cards I do have safe in a Disney Magical World 3DS game case. When I was finally in charge of keeping my own memories, I didn't do much better. I didn't believe in paying 0.99 to Apple to have more phone storage, so the few pictures I did take in middle school and high school are also lost.
I started this website to be my personal journal/scrapbook. I’ve had many journals/diaries before, but I was never able to stick to them and hold myself accountable to writing in them. They sit on my bookshelf with a few entries and the rest waiting to be filled. Something about having a website has kept me more consistent than ever. Having a website puts pressure on me to fill it up with my memories and thoughts. Having a blank website is like having a beautiful journal that sits empty(I’ve got many of those).
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