The Library

I was driving home this evening from my sister’s place along a rather quiet section of highway 27. A thought came to me about an episode of Twilghtzone or it could have been Outer Limits, who knows. The episode was about this library that was full of books. There was one book for each of us. The books, however, were all blank. As you lived your life the books filled with all the things you were doing. That’s the best explanation of the episode that I have. If you need something with more details then you are going to have to look up the episode.

My thoughts continued from the books. I was thinking, what would be written in my book right now? I am not sure what voice the books are written in but this is what came to mind.

Roy is driving along the highway. As he picks his nose he glances around trying to take in the scenery. He thinks that he is taking in more than is he actually aware of. My God, is his next thought. Most of this damn book is so boring!

I imagine that most of those books would have pages, chapters, entire volumes of the most boring dull crap you have ever read in your life. Just stop and think about it for a moment. What would be in your book? Elysse rolls out of bed and heads down the hallway to the bathroom. Cherie is fast asleep having dreams about things that make no sense, to her or anyone else. Mom is watching TV having just washed her hair she feels the rollers on her head. Grace is bored in the ER as she monitors a patient.

There you go, food for thought. I suppose I consider the moments in my book that would be exciting. Or close to it. Like, Roy is dancing in the aisle at his third Elton John concert. Or, as Roy witnesses the birth of his second niece he hears his sister Cherie say “it’s a girl!!!” He wonders, how the hell can she tell? I hope she is right because if she’s not Chana is going to be pissed!

I wonder if confronting the HR manager and asking to be paid to leave the company would be considered exciting. Perhaps it all depends on the life we are reading. It might be in my book. I’ll have to give this some more thought. See what I can come up with. In the mean time, however, consider all those pages and pages of boring crap. If you read my book you would be subjected to reading all the pages dedicated to the times I have gone to the can and just sat there. Or the moments in my life sitting alone and idle in my car stuck in traffic. How exciting would that be? Big yawn.
It just occurred to me that this could be hell. Be good in this life everyone cause you might end up in that library forced to read all the boring crap that has gone on in my life!