Reading in a society of haters, for a lack of better words:
I think about the negative responses I get tied to my reading—most of them relating to me being a nerd—a lot. They tell me I am wasting my time and life. But the IS a kicker: they are all minors, and most immature.
Out of this realization I begin to develop empathy; they will never live in an alternate reality without purchasing a 300 dollar headset. They will never hear the sound of a final page being read, no matter how ridiculous that may sound. They will never taste the sweet pairing of tea/coffee and an amazing book. They will never grasp a masterfully crafted theme—no, none of this.
I feel terrible for these people, really, but I will never need things to be sad about. So let's read a spare page or two for these people: the haters, for a lack of better words.