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fearlesstemp) wrote2002-07-16 02:19 am
fearlesstemp) wrote2002-07-16 02:19 am
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scene from the life
I went to the bookstore this evening because I have become completely hooked on Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum mystery series. Like, so hooked that I finished the second one today and had to drive to the bookstore tonight to get the third.
Except!!! I got there and it wasn't there! I was SO UPSET! So upset that I naturally fell back on one of my many shameful addictions and found myself in the Young Adult section of the bookstore trying to pick something out.
I went up to purchase my young adult novel of choice and there was a woman at the register, which I found somewhat comforting because I always feel that there's a small chance that the woman will also be a closet Young Adult Novel reader. Not so with guys, who for some reason I can never see purchasing, say, the entire Roswell High series (Not all at once! But still: I am so sad. They were funny books! Very addictive.). Anyway, I was all comforted and then just as I got to the register, the woman walked away to go on break and a guy came up and took over! And I was all thrown and for some reason the shameful part of my shameful young adult novel addiction burst out full-force and I found myself getting a bit nervous while placing the slender volume down on the counter, and then I was struck with a blow of self-loathing for being so neurotic and even caring what other people think.
The guy rang up my book without comment, though I do think I caught a bit of an odd look (whatev), and then I went to open my wallet to pay and oh! What's that? Why yes, it is my wallet-sized JC picture right there for all the world to see, having taken up residence in the driver's license section of my wallet because, as we've established, I'm a moron and I lost my license. And to make it even better, I somehow placed JC in my wallet upside down, so that he was facing Cashier Boy instead of me, wallet owner, for Maximum Embarrassment Effect. He definitely gave me a weird look after that.
And then I went over to the newspapers and waited for my brothers. While waiting, I read a bit on the SEC while to reassure myself (and Cashier Boy, since I was in his sight) that I can read grown up things, dammit, and then hated myself for even caring what Cashier Boy thought. Because! Who cares?
But then I remembered that I'm neurotic and I do care what people think even though I shouldn't. I mean, does the fact that I'm obsessed with *NSYNC and I don't read grown up books all the time really MEAN anything?
Of course it does! It means I'm destined to be twelve forever! I just have to somehow become Okay With That. Which I don't think I will.
And so I continue my charade of being a normal, well-adjusted 22 year old.
Except!!! I got there and it wasn't there! I was SO UPSET! So upset that I naturally fell back on one of my many shameful addictions and found myself in the Young Adult section of the bookstore trying to pick something out.
I went up to purchase my young adult novel of choice and there was a woman at the register, which I found somewhat comforting because I always feel that there's a small chance that the woman will also be a closet Young Adult Novel reader. Not so with guys, who for some reason I can never see purchasing, say, the entire Roswell High series (Not all at once! But still: I am so sad. They were funny books! Very addictive.). Anyway, I was all comforted and then just as I got to the register, the woman walked away to go on break and a guy came up and took over! And I was all thrown and for some reason the shameful part of my shameful young adult novel addiction burst out full-force and I found myself getting a bit nervous while placing the slender volume down on the counter, and then I was struck with a blow of self-loathing for being so neurotic and even caring what other people think.
The guy rang up my book without comment, though I do think I caught a bit of an odd look (whatev), and then I went to open my wallet to pay and oh! What's that? Why yes, it is my wallet-sized JC picture right there for all the world to see, having taken up residence in the driver's license section of my wallet because, as we've established, I'm a moron and I lost my license. And to make it even better, I somehow placed JC in my wallet upside down, so that he was facing Cashier Boy instead of me, wallet owner, for Maximum Embarrassment Effect. He definitely gave me a weird look after that.
And then I went over to the newspapers and waited for my brothers. While waiting, I read a bit on the SEC while to reassure myself (and Cashier Boy, since I was in his sight) that I can read grown up things, dammit, and then hated myself for even caring what Cashier Boy thought. Because! Who cares?
But then I remembered that I'm neurotic and I do care what people think even though I shouldn't. I mean, does the fact that I'm obsessed with *NSYNC and I don't read grown up books all the time really MEAN anything?
Of course it does! It means I'm destined to be twelve forever! I just have to somehow become Okay With That. Which I don't think I will.
And so I continue my charade of being a normal, well-adjusted 22 year old.