Loving me is like a library. The vast majority of books you see as you enter the building are my archives. You look up at the directory trying to decide what genre you want to further explore. You choose history because you enjoy knowing what came before you. The books on the shelves are worn and torn with pages missing like thoughts and memories lost and forgotten. The spines of the books are detached from their bindings and you wonder why keep them. But the covers, the covers are eye catching. Some are in pristine condition and say, “Graduation” and “Birthdays” while others are dirty and covered in dust to the point where their titles are illegible.
You move on to the horror section and notice that the aisles are much darker here. You find cobwebs covering the books, eyeing them slowly debating if you want to pick them up. You find several books titled “Anxiety” and you begin to browse the pages. Words like fear, panic, trembling, guilt, and pain all jump off the page at you like a ghost rising from the dead. You discover another one titled “Depression,” and from its description it appears that the book is about a haunted house. The main character is disorientated and stuck in this maze of confusion in a dark dwelling trying to find a way out and towards the light, but she keeps hitting dead ends.
The Romance section is quite peculiar. The aisle floors are laden with rose petals while the potent smell of leather floats through the air. You are curious and open a book only to find that these are not the type of books you were expecting to find here. Oh no, there are not books of lost requited love and fairy tales. These books are bound of leather with titles like “Spank me harder please,” “I love to be tickled,” and “Oh God, I need to cum!” envelop you. It is at this point that you realize that the romance section is simultaneous with the adult content version. This has you understandably intrigued and begin to read a chapter. Putting the book back, you decide that because of these books’ nature they can count as the action and adventure section too.
Last but not least you stumble upon the mystery section and expect to see books like Sherlock Holmes, but are surprised to find these books do not appear to be mysterious at all. In fact, they don’t even look to have been opened much as the pages appear to be unread. You peruse the aisles and notice titles like, “How do I make a souffle?”, “When are my taxes due?”, and “What in the hell am I going to do when I graduate?” You detect humor in these titles even though they pose no mystery to you. In the not mysterious mystery section of this library, you find refuge, but still no book you want to purchase.
As you begin to make the long trek back to the entrance of the library empty handed you notice an entire newly added wing that must have been recently constructed. Your curiosity strikes you and as you wander through you notice that all of the books on the shelves are blank. You pick several of them up only to see that there is no title or any words on the white and crisp new pages. You wonder why a library would have a section filled just with unwritten books. What purpose could they possibly serve? You decide to ask the clerk at the information desk just that.
You continue to walk through the long winding hallways amazed at how a library could hold so many books, but you were unable to find one that you wanted to purchase. You are almost back at the front doors of the library and notice a small round wood table with a sign that says, “Best Sellers.” There is only one book on this table. How odd you think. How can this library only have one best seller? You cautiously step closer and notice that not only is this book thick with copious amounts of pages, but it also has a pleasant scent radiating from the pages. You recognize that scent as your cologne and that prompts you to read the title. “You.” is the title of this massive work of literature and when your fingers caress the pages you feel a sense of nostalgia. You find comfort in this and determine that finally you have found a good read.
You move on to the horror section and notice that the aisles are much darker here. You find cobwebs covering the books, eyeing them slowly debating if you want to pick them up. You find several books titled “Anxiety” and you begin to browse the pages. Words like fear, panic, trembling, guilt, and pain all jump off the page at you like a ghost rising from the dead. You discover another one titled “Depression,” and from its description it appears that the book is about a haunted house. The main character is disorientated and stuck in this maze of confusion in a dark dwelling trying to find a way out and towards the light, but she keeps hitting dead ends.
The Romance section is quite peculiar. The aisle floors are laden with rose petals while the potent smell of leather floats through the air. You are curious and open a book only to find that these are not the type of books you were expecting to find here. Oh no, there are not books of lost requited love and fairy tales. These books are bound of leather with titles like “Spank me harder please,” “I love to be tickled,” and “Oh God, I need to cum!” envelop you. It is at this point that you realize that the romance section is simultaneous with the adult content version. This has you understandably intrigued and begin to read a chapter. Putting the book back, you decide that because of these books’ nature they can count as the action and adventure section too.
Last but not least you stumble upon the mystery section and expect to see books like Sherlock Holmes, but are surprised to find these books do not appear to be mysterious at all. In fact, they don’t even look to have been opened much as the pages appear to be unread. You peruse the aisles and notice titles like, “How do I make a souffle?”, “When are my taxes due?”, and “What in the hell am I going to do when I graduate?” You detect humor in these titles even though they pose no mystery to you. In the not mysterious mystery section of this library, you find refuge, but still no book you want to purchase.
As you begin to make the long trek back to the entrance of the library empty handed you notice an entire newly added wing that must have been recently constructed. Your curiosity strikes you and as you wander through you notice that all of the books on the shelves are blank. You pick several of them up only to see that there is no title or any words on the white and crisp new pages. You wonder why a library would have a section filled just with unwritten books. What purpose could they possibly serve? You decide to ask the clerk at the information desk just that.
You continue to walk through the long winding hallways amazed at how a library could hold so many books, but you were unable to find one that you wanted to purchase. You are almost back at the front doors of the library and notice a small round wood table with a sign that says, “Best Sellers.” There is only one book on this table. How odd you think. How can this library only have one best seller? You cautiously step closer and notice that not only is this book thick with copious amounts of pages, but it also has a pleasant scent radiating from the pages. You recognize that scent as your cologne and that prompts you to read the title. “You.” is the title of this massive work of literature and when your fingers caress the pages you feel a sense of nostalgia. You find comfort in this and determine that finally you have found a good read.
