Only when I was younger? Oh no, why would I ever stop doing something so enjoyable?!
Actually, if anything, it's a bit of a compulsion. I find it really hard to have a face to face conversation with someone if they have their back to a bookcase, a wall of posters, or a shelf full of cereal boxes. I just can't concentrate until I've savoured all the words on display, even if I know what they'll be and they're not really important. I can read entire chapters of books only to realise that I have no idea what happened in the plot, but still having favourite words, clever metaphors, and grammatical patterns swimming around in my head. If I need the loo, my bum has barely reached the toilet seat before I'm reading "sodium laureth sulphate" for the millionth time in my life off the back of the nearest shampoo bottle.
I'm pretty sure I matched the criteria for hyperlexia when I was a child; learning to read precociously early, and with more emphasis on structure than on meaning than for typical learners. Like autism used to be for so long, it's usually thought of as purely a childhood thing, but I have a strong suspicion that it has effects which last into adulthood.
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