It\’s an insulting thing to be categorized as a bookworm. Just because I attended UC Berkeley doesn\’t mean that I love to read books. Just because I am not into partying doesn\’t mean that I like to spend my time reading. Just because I tend to be an introvert in certain social situations doesn\’t mean reading is the joy of my life.

In January, I had become disinterested in the conversation about gaming that Tanner and my friend were having. I had stopped saying much because I didn\’t know that much about gaming. Observing my silence, Tanner tried to get me into the conversation, \”Jenn\’s love is her books.\”

I was shocked. I never told Tanner anything about anything about books. He had assumed that since I always stuck to being cultured…he believed that my \”gaming\” was reading books. It reminded me of last year at this party where someone saw that I looked out of place. She had gestured to the group of people oogling over celebrities\’ pictures in a magazine and concluded that I liked \”sitting and reading.\”

With the $20 barnes and noble gift card Tanner had sent me (which had sat in my desk for months with an intention to return it to him), I eventually went to the local bn to buy photo corners…and a book. The entire irony is that I devoured the book. A book by Oliver Sacks. Yet, I hate being stereotyped into a mousey glasses-wearing booklover. I just want to be everyone else.