Reading to reality..

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I used to hide in books using them as an escape while shying away from social interaction. I was deep in fictional worlds...absorbing endless pages. Now I’m forced to navigate the real world...you’d think all those years of reading would make me wise. But I feel completely logicless and immature..I feel like a kid fumbling through reality. It turns out reading about life and actually living it are two completely different skill sets. You will only truly grasp a concept when you step outside the page