Reading a raunchy scene from ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ on a train in peak hour. That’s bravery.
You may think ‘how embarrassing’. Everyone knows that your mind is in some gutter.
Well, I was the kid that managed to complete the erotica series before my catholic school put a ban on place. If you even thought about bringing it for the ten minutes of reading we were made to do, you were probably reserving a seat in hell.
It’s difficult to shrug your shoulders and not care what people think. We’re only human. It took me a while to get to that point. The point where I realised people generally stare blankly at their phone or shoot death stares at the guy breathing like Darth Vader.
Colleen Hoover is a crowd favourite, and part of me worries that the person next to me might glance down over my should and see the work ‘balls’ written on my page. However, they’re probably jealous of my ability to read such material and remain unaffected by raised eyebrows. It doesn’t need to be so taboo. It all comes down to perception.
If you pull out ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ you’re already doing better than the kid glued to Facebook the entire commute. You don’t need to pull out ‘Othello‘ or some other novel that’s considered sft (safe for travel). The best thing about reading is it’s entirely judgement free. Anybody can pick it up and dive in without a glance back.
Nine times out of ten the train carriage is filled with unmotivated and drowsy yawns, so why not romanticise? Why not make your heart flutter as your main characters fall in love. There’s no doubt that it’s corny, but it’s simple to digest and give your day the spark it might need. It’ll have you thinking about what’s going to come next. It’ll have you sat at your work desk all day, anticipating the trip home.