I'm a little late to the discussion of everything, buuuut...
Wordle: I've played it a couple of times, but that's about it. The "Look how well I did!" stuff is clever promotion, but if I'm going to boast about something, I'd rather boast about my willingness to waste time turning it into an utter farce:
Reading: I used to spend more time reading than I have been for the past few years. I'd always have a current library card, and I'd spend a few hours (at least) on weekends at the library, reading and looking for interesting books to check out.
In recent years, though, I've shifted more to buying used books from thrift shops, Book-Off, and library sales, and reading those. During the past two years, it's all pretty much been Amazon and Ebay, but it's still the same thing: looking for interesting used books at a bargain price. There is still no substitute, however, for a well-funded system of public libraries.
I read mostly non-fiction (see spoiler below), and most of that is history, or history-related stuff. A few years ago, I got interested in the
Cambridge History of China, which runs to 17 physical volumes (one of which hasn't been published yet), and around 12,000 pages of actual text. I started to buy volumes on Amazon and Ebay when I could find them at a reasonable price (which isn't always easy), and at this point, I've read a little over half of it (mostly in sequence). It's a mixture of narrative history and topical history/analysis, so it ranges from quite dry to not dry at all - a lot of the narrative history basically reads like a Game of Thrones / Foundation mashup (seiously, nothing can beat the Empress Wu!), and even the topical/analysis stuff is generally quite interesting.
I go through phases where I read a lot of fiction, and phases where I consciously avoid it. By itself, that's OK, but those "phases" can last for years, and at this point, I don't even consider my reasons for avoiding fiction to be sane or valid.
Basically, when I was about Junior High School age, I was a social disaster and had a rotten time. I read a lot (fiction and non-fiction, mostly very adult-oriented stuff), and I was very aware of fiction as a means of both escape and of having a vicarious social life. I was afraid that if I continued to read fiction, I would fall into the trap of accepting vicarious living and wish-fulfillment fantasies as a substitute for a real social life, and that if that happened, I never would break out of my isolation - so I decided that I would read only non-fiction until I did have a decent social life. I was being utterly dogmatic and unreasonable, of course (and I kind of knew it), but maybe that's what I needed to do. I did stick with that decision off and on for the next few years.
In any event, by the time I was about 17, I'd gotten pretty good at establishing social connections, and no longer felt isolated. I was able to read more fiction, but I was still somewhat cautious about it (I read most Marvel comics, for example, but I absolutely rejected Spiderman as a really, really obvious social-reject wish-fulfillment fantasy). After that, it depended on how connected/disconnected I felt - when I felt connected, I read more fiction, and when I was struggling to connect socially, I read considerably less fiction.
But my original reason for not reading fiction was basically so that I would be forced to focus my attention and emotional energy on developing the
ability to make social connections, and I had
that figured out by the time I got thrown out of high school. After that, it was mostly a matter of circumstances and effort - whether I let myself slip into isolation or put in a little bit of extra effort to find/develop a social world.
Somewhere along the line, though, I just started telling myself that I'd get back to fiction later - after I felt a little more stable in my social life and general relationship with the world, or just when I could feel certain that I wasn't cheating myself out of life. So it became something that I put off in part because it was an unresolved
moral issue (if that makes any sense, which I doubt). And now - it's like refusing to read fiction is a bad habit that I need to break, but breaking the habit itself requires a certain amount of emotional energy and attention. As I say,
not sane and
not valid.
If madness made us strong, we would all be invincible.