Being interrupted while reading – There´s nothing more aggravating.
I actually hate when someone interrupts me in my moment of peace, solitude, escape.
Not only do I read because I like to read, I also read because reading takes me away from the one thing I want to get away from: Stress or life in general.
The feeling of diving into a new world and being able to envision a life I wish existed is something magical. When I´m into a story I´m truly invested. When someone comes and does the unthinkable…. I, then, also want to do the unthinkable.
But I don´t. All I do is throw nasty glares or annoyed faces or raise an eyebrow. Nothing helps, though. Some people can´t take a hint. Or, they don´t want to.
throughout the years I´ve come up with different strategies on how to avoid being ripped away from my reading session. I´ve done the ” Not now.” and I´ve even held up my index finger to silence the person interrupting. I´ve even gone into hiding… but they always find me.
This is why I´ve now been forced to create a list of people who annoy the BLEEP out of me. My new list is called People Who Need To Go Away.
And high on my People Who Need To Go Away list is my beloved Mother In – law.
I love to read outside, on the patio. It´s a place where I´m surrounded by bushes, plants and food I haven´t managed to kill with my non-existent green thumb. My little piece of heaven, if you will. The only problem with my heaven is… I can´t hide. You see, we live next door to my husbands parents. We have separate properties. Our gardens are separated by a flimsy wooden fence. And I swear on all that´s pink and fluffy… every time I´m outside reading a book my mother in – law feels the need to come over. But she doesn´t just come over. She actually sits, then sighs and asks for something to drink and wants to talk knowing perfectly well that I was reading. I mean – I wouldn´t dream of interrupting someone if their nose was stuffed between pages.
I get it. She´s bored. Being retired can´t be all that flashy but for the love of God…. She´s an avid reader too. WHY do that to me? Why think it´s a good idea to bug me while I´m reading an important scene?
I assure you all that I do not have a “I need attention” sign flashing over my head, nor do I have a sign hanging around my neck that states the same.
” I know you´re reading but I have to tell you something.”
Another candidate on my People Who Need To Go Away list is my husband. The man I vowed to love and cherish for the rest of our lives together.
If he keeps interrupting me then I see a dark future ahead of us.
I love him. I truly do. But he has this thing about him that annoys the fickle out of me.
Some time during the day I´ll get a text or a call from him asking if we have plans for the evening. When we don´t have any plans I usually tell him that I had planned on catching up on some reading, to which he answers with “Cool. I´ll catch up on Call Of Duty.”
Fair enough, right? When the kids are in bed I´ll be busy reading and he´ll be busy gaming. But that´s not how it works.
I´ll prep my reading bed on the sofa and get comfy and he´ll…. while his game uploads he´ll turn to me and start talking, even though I´ve already started to read.
“You won´t guess what happened today.” He´ll say.
I haven´t mastered multi – tasking yet so I can´t really listen to him and read at the same time. So I stop reading and listen. Hours later ( including multiple interruptions ) he´ll ask, “Am I interrupting you?”
No. I love it when I can´t finished a 10 page chapter in 2 hours. All´s perfect. Keep the questions rolling. It´s not like the book I´m TRYING to read means anything to me.
Next is my own mother. Bless her. I really love to her bits ( Mom, if you´re reading this please don´t call me at 7 a.m and ask what has gotten into me ) but my mom doesn´t care about interrupting me while I´m reading. As an avid reader herself, and a full-blown Goddess at multi – tasking. She´ll see a book in my hand and the look on my face and she´ll even listen to me whine. “Mom, hurry up, this book is good.”
She´ll give me the stinker look and say,
“At your age I…..”
I will leave that uncommented.
Then there´s the phone issue.
I´m not a fan of phones. Not when they decide to function while I´m reading. That damn thing is on fire when I pick up a book. It hasn´t necessarily helped that I´ve gotten rid of all bookish social media apps and email notifications. No. I´ve come to learn that Whatsapp is my biggest enemy. The second I pick up a book I get a Whatsapp text. I give up after the tenth beep and fifth phone call.
Why not turn my phone off? I would if people wouldn´t start calling the landline because I don´t react to their messages or calls on my smart phone. Either way – I´m doomed.
A few honorable mentions go out to:
- The mailman
- The Lady who sells home-grown potatoes once a week
- Jehovah´s Witnesses
These people can´t smell that they´ve interrupted my reading session so I can´t really complain about them. They just get me at a bad time while others tend to interrupt me on purpose.
There are 3 people who I CANNOT add to my special list.
Both my girls and my bestie, Mirjam.
My girls are like me- They love reading and spend a good amount of time hidden somewhere in the house and start groaning when someone ( mainly their dad ) interrupts them.
Mirjam is anal when it comes to reading so there´s a silent understanding on her part.
The rest? Everyone else is just vicious and cruel and they all have no problems what – so – ever interrupting me while I´m reading.
I´m not always blessed with endless hours to read. Sometimes life gets in my way and I have no other choice than to put any kind of reading on hold. But when I do have time?
Ha! When I have time.
The only time I have completely to myself, without ANY interruptions is at the ass crack of dawn when everyone around me is peacefully snoring and dreaming of ways to interrupt me while I´m reading.
It´s not that I´m ungrateful. I do love having friends over and I enjoy spending time with my mother and I still love my husband… It´s just that they all have this sense that it´s okay to interrupt the reading lady when she´s not paying attention to the outside world.
I assure you, it´s not okay. It´s actually rude. I don´t squat down on the grass next to my mother in – law who´s reading outside next to her mosquito infested pond. I don´t even interrupt my husband when he´s checking his fb updates. Why? Because I know how annoying it is when you´re busy and someone wants to ask you a really insignificant question.
It feels like the world around me doesn´t read and therefore cannot understand what it means to be interrupted.
My only wish is for some peace while reading.
Do you get interrupted while reading? What do you do when people can´t take a hint?
Hope you all have a lovely day.
Morgana, the desperate book blogger ❤