Hilarious! And strangely relatable…
Something similar happened to me in college — I had the distinct pleasure of having keys to my mentor’s office, which was filled with books — every wall shelved floor to ceiling with every book I never knew I wanted to read and suddenly could. I also had a thing for organizing — so simply browsing and arranging the books was often pleasure enough. It was like my own private library. In other words, it was heaven!
One day, innocently enough, I was standing on a table or chair and bracing one hand on one shelf while trying to reach the top shelf when something broke and all the books came tumbling down on top of me.
It was loud and rather traumatic, and I’m sure it must’ve hurt at least a little. But the main feeling I had at the time — and the one I still feel slightly when I think about it— was the anxiety of disorganization and wondering if I’d be in trouble for breaking the shelf 🤷🏾♀️📚
Of course, my mentor’s only concern was for my safety!
Ultimately, after years and years of therapy, I have a much better handle on my obsessions and anxieties, and I’m happily surrounded by my own library of books — which lives on hideous yet well stabilized industrial quality shelves in my dedicated home office and walk-in closet.
After all, who needs clothes when you’ve got books?