The Library

Walked to the library with the wife today. It was fun, overall that is. I enjoy walking, I really enjoy doing it with my wife. We like to banter back and forth while we walk and talk about the most random crap. It's always a good time. I like enjoying those memories, remembering how she prances across the street and freaks out as if a car is about to hit us. Then we actually get to where we are walking, today it was a library. I don't mind libraries, and going with her is nice, since she'll make me find a book to read. I should read more, and probably write more. The thing that I don't like is wandering around wondering how long it'll take her to find another book. I get a little reminiscent of my childhood, wandering in stores attempting to find something to do to pass the time, and I don't dare say a word. That's the worst thing you could do in that situation. If you actually say you aren't having fun they always redirect it back onto you. Well then go find something! Go entertain yourself. The problem is that I already have. I've determined the library to be no longer amusing, I've found what I came for, a book, and I'm ready to leave. I should probably figure out some way to make entertain myself, like read the book I found, but I find that to be odd. Why would I read a book at the library? I came here so I could leave with one not spoil it by reading it already.
Maybe I'm just crazy, but I always find I'm awkwardly attempting to nudge her to head out, or find something so we can just go. Eventually we do, and it's back to happy times walking together. Sharing more stories, talking about drama and life and decisions. I like those times. So that's how I remember the day, walking with the wife talking about drama and feelings.