John went to the library last week to feel like he had his life together.
He grabbed a thick book, sat near a window โ you know, the aesthetic.
A guy across from him glanced over.
John nodded, like: โYes. I read important things.โ
The guy smiled. John smiled.
Confidence: โ
He opened the book.
It was upside down.
John said, โIโm dyslexic.โ
And man replied, โThatโs not what dyslexia is like.โ
Then added, โIt seems like you need to read more.โ
He didnโt notice for six full minutes.