The librarians were very loud to begin with, and then they had the audacity to ask me to remove my legs from being draped over the chair, my toes slightly resting on the windowsill. My feet were mostly clean. If anyone should understand the importance of being comfortable while reading, I should think her a librarian. They obviously were finding comfort in their loud chit chat. Why should my resting feet be any worse of an insult to the interior of that booked sanctuary.
It probably didn't help that I was reading the Oxford American, my first attempt digesting it, since my resentful resignation as intern from its dysfunctional world of magazine publishing. And yet, something about me just couldn't resist returning to its pages, even if I was reading tongue in cheek, ready to be critical at every moment. Eventually I realized I shouldn't take out my frustrations on its contributors, who most likely are ignorant of the behind-the-scenes work of the magazine. If I really want to be stubborn, I can dislike its editors, but still appreciate the writing of the contributors. I'm not sure if that's growth.
So you can see why I was feeling volatile, when that nasty librarian criticized my literary position, and you can see why I rudely obliged her while rolling my eyes very heavily in her direction. I'm surprised that didn't give her grounds to kick me out of the place--this librarian being so sensitive to the slightest offense. Had I been reading in a park or some similar outdoor environment, I'm sure onlookers would have found beauty in my pose.
On a totally different topic, I returned to the brutal world of rugby last night. Perhaps that explains some of my lingering aggression in the library. I forgot how sore that sport leaves me, and not the good kind of sore. The kind of sore that makes you wonder if your organs haven't been playing musical chairs or if there perhaps might be a little internal bleeding. Well, it's not all that bad. I surprisingly have few bruises to show for it today; you just have to take my word on the soreness, as invisible looking, it might be.
2 comments:
What library was this?! I just got the official tour of UI Main, and we were actually shown how the chairs were designed to be moved together so that you can sleep in a variety of positions. I'm sure your "literary position" was elegant and beautiful.
what a liberal library, you have access too! (sigh) If only I were so lucky...Maybe that means I should apply to your school. An obvious sign.
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