Ending the Stigma that Comes with Self-Help Books
Please don’t ask me what I’m reading, please don’t ask me what I’m reading…
I love all sorts of books, but these days mainly self-help books line my shelves. Not the corny kind with titles like “How to Keep a Good Man” though.
See what I did there? I immediately feel the need to defend what I read. Like it’s anyone’s business why I get so much out of this particular genre.
I can’t be the only one cowering in the self-help section of the bookstore. It’s almost as bad as when you’re nose deep into the Kama Sutra Bible and a sweet little granny comes by; you can just feel her judging eyes on the back of your head.
Maybe the longstanding stigma regarding self-help books has gotten to me and I instinctively became ashamed of something I shouldn’t be.
Vulnerability is too often seen as a sign of weakness, especially in men that are supposed to be exemplary standards of macho-ness, aka douche bags.
It needs to end.
My conviction for these books is strong, and despite all the love I have for other genre’s, I am most drawn to the self-improvement type. I’m not being bullied, and I’m not depressed, lazy, totally broke, battling any inner demons (that I know of), or the normal things that people assume self-help books are for. I just believe that life is for learning, and we would be incredibly foolish to think we have nothing left to discover.
Even if the reader isn’t going through some big life crisis they need “help” with, these books have a great side effect. They teach us about each other and give us insight into why people act the way they do. They remind us that life is complicated and we don’t always know the full story. They help us get a grasp on life’s intricacies and nudge us to not be so close-minded.
Personally, they show me that things could always be much worse, and gently remind me that we are all human and are united by our human emotions.
I’ve decided I’m no longer going to give in to societies pressure to shun self-help books. From this day forward I’m going to proudly state that self-help is my favorite genre of books and I enjoy the crap out of those dang books, even the corny ones! I hope that people give them a try, and do it openly without putting a magazine over the cover while reading it on the train.
Shout it from the rooftops, there is absolutely nothing wrong with trying to better ourselves!
What are some good recommendations for self-help books that gave you a new perspective? I love finding out which works of art touched peoples lives, maybe it’ll touch mine too.