Lazy bum

Just finished reading a really good book, one of the best I’ve read so far: Outliers. Bought this book at 24 Feb thus it took me roughly 2 months to eventually reach the last page :’)

The weird part I noticed about my reading habit was the fact that I hardly concentrate if I was home or at the office. While the best time I managed reading many pages at once was every time I went home from work before 9 PM. Cause that means I have to take the bus.

It takes approximately an hour to get to the nearest bus stop to my apartment being a passive passenger. So I tricked myself out of boredom and drowsiness by trying to bring my book and turned out it was much easier to focus reading there compared to any other comfortable places; even by standing.

Let’s say I had 2 weeks cumulative of (very late) overtime work during the last 2 months, so there were the rest 6 weeks chance of sparing my time for reading. Then again, I can’t concentrate well during weekends so I only had 5 days per week. That being said, I got 30 days, then if we multiply it with my only an hour spare for reading each day, it’d take me 30 hours in total to finish the damn book. Dude, that’s literally one day and six hours. And I spent 2 months instead. I hate my lazy ass.

Note about the book: in my opinion, Malcolm G. was trying to deliver his idea just like the way scientists present their journal. He brought collective data as well as valid history from many different subjects and conveyed it in the most comprehensive way of story telling. In other words, reading his book (only this one, yet) was very much like watching a series of TED talks; both intriguing and eye opening. Each chapter discuss different subject but with the same point which he concluded on his last chapter: the outliers’ success is not exceptional or mysterious. It is grounded in a web of advantages and inheritances, some deserved, some not, some earned, some just plain lucky–but all critical to making them who they’re. The outlier, in the end, is not an outlier at all.

Also, I didn’t expect I would cry at any point in this book, but I did.

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