I have commitment issues. No, not in person-to-people relationship stuff. I'm feeling pretty good about that part of my life. But as I reached for an evening read last night, I was forced to take a cold, honest look at the unfaithful person I have become. I'm currently juggling five different books. Yup, that photo you see is exposing the ugly, sordid truth. Five books, five bookmarks. I'm a cad. A libertine of literature.
As tempting as it might be to find a scapegoat, I know I can't blame my parents. To this day they show me how mature relationships are meant to be. One reader, one book. See the relationship through to the end before moving on. What would they think of me if they knew? An embarrassment.
But tell me I'm not alone. No, not so we can justify our unjustifiable behavior. But so we can find strength in our shared struggles.
(As a side note, here are the current titles. Yes, they are aware of my infidelity. It's a tangled web of my own making.)
Fresh Air Fiend - Paul Theroux
The Read-Aloud Handbook - Jim Trelease
The Road to Character - David Brooks
Life in Colors - George J. Boelcke
The Orchardist - Amanda Coplin
