Library

I have this memory ingrained in my mind of when I was younger. I was in my local library once for reasons I cannot remember, but I do recall seeing these two Asian kids—at the time they would’ve been a good couple of years older than me. They were sitting in the basement area one afternoon playing some card game, it’s been probably fifteen to twenty so years by now, but I’m certain it was either Pokémon or Yu-Gi-Oh. They had their cards encased in these individual sleeves, their backpacks resting nearby. I didn’t interact with them in anyway whatsoever, I simply observed them for what would have been a handful of seconds. For some reason, I occasionally draw back on this brief moment whenever somebody brings up the word “library”. It’s a comfy feeling as well, very hard to describe. A mildly profound feeling that always seems to get me going for god knows what. Anyone else have seemingly random memories of events that seem completely unimportant, but has stayed with you all this time?

better than a crack den, maybe one day they'll read some of the books instead of browsing porn on the pay-per-hour computers

sheeeit

Yes, I know exactly what you mean. Some of my earliest and most fond memories are like this. It almost feels like you can go back in time to that moment right? Like you can remember the smell of the room and the feel of the air? It's not just something about the place or the situation, there's something about your mindset that factors in as well I think. I have a few cute little stories like this but I don't want to blogpost. I enjoyed yours though user :)

I want her to pull on my balls and bash my head in with a book. Preferably this one.

Rarely do I visit a physical location.

I use their website all the time though for free ebooks.

how about this one?

When I go it's just to pick up the books or DVDs I order online. Try not to hang around.

>betas

Paul is just trying to get a nut my dude

you cannot be patrician if you don't visit a university library regularly

Have a 5yr old boy. x2\wk.

Every day
I lied to my new housemates about having a job when I moved houses
So I go and hide there 5 days a week

I have been banned from my local library for 8 years because of 'sexual harassment' after I got caught masturbating in the toilets.
It is really unfair - the cleaner 'heard something suspicious' and made the door open with aspecial keyy whilst I was masturbating. I tried to ease the situation by making a joke about how she (an old woman) had not found the fiction section and my penis was just that unbelievably big, she took it as harassment. fucking bitch.

>masturbating in the library

is that you, karl ove?

>there's something about your mindset that factors in as well I think.

Interesting, I hadn't thought of this but you're probably on to something. Your feelings are very much tagged with a particular moment as is your remembrance of other factors such as the scent of the room and visual stimuli.

This is normal? I went to my city's library today and I saw quite a few trashy unemployed looking people hanging around outside.

Yes. They're free warm (or air conditioned) places you can hang out in for long periods of time. They come with books and computers, too, which help kill the time.

Violet, like the drab violet hospitals and waiting-rooms have on their blinds and carpets. I remember fingering one such blind by a water cooler while sneering at it for being such a poor colour choice. I was a grumpy toddler.

>I tried to ease the situation by making a joke about how she (an old woman) had not found the fiction section