Frustrations of a Bibliophile

November 3, 2008 at 1:57 am (In Real Life, Rants?)

I am a bibliophile. I love books–I love reading them, I love collecting them. I love the way they look, the way they feel. I love walking through bookstores–new and used both, and running my fingers along their spines as I wander down the aisles

So quite understandably, I love libraries. I come to the university’s library to study. I bury myself in a corner amongst the stacks and I can stay there (here, actually) for hours. I’ll study, I’ll read and when I get restless, I’ll wander among the rows of books until I regain some clarity.

There are far too many reasons why I love the library to go into a detailed description here, so I’ll just settle on one–one of the more important reasons.

The quiet.

I love how quiet it is here. I’ll show up when the library first opens and quietly revel in the pure, unfiltered silence. I can study French in here simply because of the quiet–I can’t study a foreign language with English in the background. I don’t know if any other linguists can, and I would be very impressed to find out if it’s possible. It’s not, for me.

So when mother-fucking, disrespectful morons intrude on my silence, I think I become understandably angry. I’m not complaining about the noise of typing, or heavy (sleepy) breathing, or pages turning. No, those all combine artfully for a wonderful library soundtrack.

I’m talking about the fuckers who come in to my sacred study space, where the “Silence Please” posters hang in abundance, and shout to their friends “HEY GIRL, WHAT’S UP? NO I KNOW, I HAVE TO STUDY TOO! OKAY BUT LET’S TALK FOR A WHILE BECAUSE OH MY GOD YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW TIRED I AM MY WEEKEND WAS INSANEAND NOW I’LLPROCEED TO TELLYOUALLABOUT ITAND DAMNEDTO THEPOOR SUCKERSWHOACTUALLY CAMEHERETO STUDY YOUMEANNOTEVERYONE ISINTERESTED IN WHATIDIDTHISPASTWEEKENDANDHOW DRUNK IGOTANDWHOISLEEPWITHOHMYGOSHHAVE YOUSEENBOBBYHE’S LIKESO CUTEWESHOUDLHANG OUTSOON”

Those are the people at whom this complaint is aimed. I hate you. I wish I could unleash all my rage on you, just to make you understand how truly self-absorbed you are, but to do so would be to engage in various illicit and illegal acts. So instead, I blog to my heart’s content and use foul language in the hopes that I can, with an incredible force of will power, kill you with my thoughts.

……

Are you dead yet?

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