I have a serious problem when it comes to books. I cannot go into a bookstore by myself because I will end up leaving with at least 6 more than I planned on getting. On more than one occasion, I’ve had to have someone with me to hold my hands together to make sure I didn’t grab anything and magically end up at the cash register with books that I don’t quite remember looking at. Luckily for me, I’ve had a good mom, (ex) boyfriend, and friends who quickly slap my hand if they noticed that I picked up something that I shouldn’t.
I have some sort of weird logic where if I’ve finished a book, I can reward myself by buying 5 more. This mathematically makes no sense. This economically makes no sense. Basically, the only place where this makes any sense at all is in my head.
I cannot go anywhere without a book, even though I know I’m not going to read it where I’m going. It’s like a safety net or something; I know it’s there in case I need to use it. I’ve brought books to parties, dates, dances, lots of places where I know I’m not actually going to sit down and read, but just knowing it’s there somehow makes me feel better. I know there is some sort of analogy that I could use to compare this problem of mine to some bigger and more serious problem, but I can’t think of it.