Books are boring. Absolutely useless.
Books are boring. Absolutely useless.
Books are boring. Absolutely useless.
Books are boring. Absolutely useless. A complete waste of time. Why bother, right?
After all, why spend hours flipping through dusty pages when you could just scroll through 30-second reels that teach you nothing but how to dance awkwardly in your kitchen?
Who needs Shakespeare when you have a TikTok voiceover saying, “POV: you’re sad at 3 a.m.”
Let’s be honest. Books are boring because you’re boring.
You don’t have your own perspective. You outsource your opinions to strangers on the internet.
You depend on their “Top 10 Success Hacks” YouTube videos to decide if life is worth living.
Thinking for yourself? Ew. Too much effort.
And of course, why try to improve? Improvement means discomfort. Growth means failure.
Who wants that when you can stay comfortably ordinary, forever? Being extraordinary is overrated anyway.
Do you know how tiring it is to be great at something? Better to just binge Netflix until you die.
So yes, books are boring to you — because they expose you.
They whisper truths you don’t want to hear: that you’re not thinking, not growing, not trying.
That you are content with average. And when a mirror is put in front of you, of course it feels like a waste of time.
But hey, don’t worry. Keep hating books. Keep saying they’re boring.
The world will happily let you stay ordinary.
