never lend books to someone you like.

it's not customary of me to give unsolicited advice, but then i'm not entirely sure anyone even reads here anymore, so i don't guess i'm really giving advice as much as reflecting, or something like that. i was thinking about this yesterday though, i was in a pretty foul mood driving home and for some reason, i got to thinking about books that i owned, but that are not, as of the present, in my possesion. in fact, without exception, they are hundreds of miles away.

not throwaway books, either, good ones, some of my best ones, in fact, my best one is among those getting the indefinite library treatment, that one, however, i'm fairly optimistic about getting back, the other ones, not so much. i guess the plus is that whenever they look at those books they'll think of me and feel bad for what theives they are for still having them, well, maybe they'll think of me.

so anyways, i say don't lend books to someone you like, because if you never get the book back from them and subequently lose touch with them you'll be forced, whether you admit it or not, in some way, to hold some sort of negativity with your association of them. not any sort of petty, childish immaturity, necessarily, more of a disappointed "man it sucks i never got that book back from her, it was a really good book." i guess how much it colors your opinion of that person is contingent upon your level of maturity. if you lend a book to someone you don't like, if and when they never get it back to you, then it sort of helps in your justification of not liking them.

i dunno why you'd lend a book to someone you didn't like though.

feeling: patience elapsing
thinking of: emily and becky, with my books
music: "i wasn't gonna call you anyway" the toasters