I hate reading conclusions. I always believed that I was just too clever and lazy for my own good when I didn't finish my reading assignments for class. I consistently did this through all the years of my study (that I can remember) and to this day find myself trailing off and putting a book down rather than finishing it and feeling that sense of accomplishment that I hear others express at the completion of some reading assignment.
Frankly, I prefer to develop my own conclusions. The nearer I get to the end of an article or paper, the more inclined I am to start skimming. I often start formulating my own ideas and watch off-shoots of these ideas apply themselves to my life and my view of the world as I follow my imagination around the uncharted (or partially uncharted) 3-D space of my neural pathways rather than continuing to forge new pathways by "paying attention" to the words I read. It's like I get pissed as I approach the end and sense that the author is trying to tell me what to make of the facts or ideas he has just presented. Habitually, I give that author (okay, all non-fiction authors) the metaphorical finger, turning the pages with increasing speed until I'm irritated enough to toss the pages on the counter and grab a bowl of ice cream to nurse while I watch episodes of TNG (my two favorite things to do while I'm busy writing to the hard disk).
Like how this entry is autological?
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