Why can't I read Joyce?!!

To conquer James Joyce's Ulysses seems like the inevitable. Like having to make that right turn in two seconds but being in the far left lane.It also seems painful. I see my brain hurting from trying to comprehend his brilliance and my hands aching from looking up the thousand or so words that I can't define. Frustration has seeped in but since my new year's resolution has been to not tell myself I can not do something, I suppose that means I will. But then again, I won't. Just because he is one of the most outstanding writers of all times, does not mean I have to necessarily enjoy his work. My favorite poet is a suicidal woman for crying out loud! Sometimes our interest do not lie where hundreds of other people's does. Lesson of the day.