Bookstore Musings
Today I was in a horrific mood, and I didn't really feel like doing anything. Dreariness is pretty damn contagious, so it seemed like a good afternoon to spend doing absolutely nothing.
"Absolutely nothing" wound me up at Border's this evening, whereupon I discovered:
--That books on straight human psychology virtually do not exist. Psychology lessons are all embedded in obnoxiously derrogatory self-help books. Frustrating. I don't want to "learn to change my life", I just want to learn about the human mind. I can come to my own damn conclusions about how my brain works. (Plainly, I am not someone who can be told something and believe it. I always have to figure things out myself.)
--That similarly, Borders does not carry books of prose or poetry prompts. All the prompts are nested in with 365 Ways to Improve your Writing and How to Make the Publisher Say "Wow!" (Lesson 7: Use descriptive adjectives and more energetic verbs). I don't see how anyone can learn anything from reading a book like that. Reading good literature is what improves writing (I really need to do A LOT more of that). Prompt books on the other hand are way cool.
--That while there is a Foxtrot desk calendar, a Foxtrot wall calendar does not exist.
-That one must be very careful when pulling out of the Border's parking lot. The idiot in the back seat of the car front of me decided that it would be extremely funny lean out his window and put three aresol spray cans under his car for me to drive over. I couldn't put my car in reverse because there was a line of traffic behind me, so instead I angled my car as best I could and sped over them as quickly as possible (I know, great response). I missed hitting the cans, but I almost succeeded in driving straight into traffic. Not an experience that I would like to repeat.
--That bookstores are among my favorite places in the world.
"Absolutely nothing" wound me up at Border's this evening, whereupon I discovered:
--That books on straight human psychology virtually do not exist. Psychology lessons are all embedded in obnoxiously derrogatory self-help books. Frustrating. I don't want to "learn to change my life", I just want to learn about the human mind. I can come to my own damn conclusions about how my brain works. (Plainly, I am not someone who can be told something and believe it. I always have to figure things out myself.)
--That similarly, Borders does not carry books of prose or poetry prompts. All the prompts are nested in with 365 Ways to Improve your Writing and How to Make the Publisher Say "Wow!" (Lesson 7: Use descriptive adjectives and more energetic verbs). I don't see how anyone can learn anything from reading a book like that. Reading good literature is what improves writing (I really need to do A LOT more of that). Prompt books on the other hand are way cool.
--That while there is a Foxtrot desk calendar, a Foxtrot wall calendar does not exist.
-That one must be very careful when pulling out of the Border's parking lot. The idiot in the back seat of the car front of me decided that it would be extremely funny lean out his window and put three aresol spray cans under his car for me to drive over. I couldn't put my car in reverse because there was a line of traffic behind me, so instead I angled my car as best I could and sped over them as quickly as possible (I know, great response). I missed hitting the cans, but I almost succeeded in driving straight into traffic. Not an experience that I would like to repeat.
--That bookstores are among my favorite places in the world.