Does this girl even exist?

Oh wow. Haven't posted in years, apparently.
Stress, it is present. I have applications due, scholarships to apply for, current schoolwork, quizzes to study for- I'm also studying for the SAT, since I'm applying to some US schools. Yeah, I'm insane. I also don't sleep much anymore. But, looking on the bright side- I'm like the guy in Fight Club! Insomnia, for the cool or the cool at heart. Stop me if you see me wandering by, muttering about Tyler Durden.

Anyway, it's a random post, so bypass this one if you're looking for substance. I was just sitting on my couch today, peering around my book instead of at the workings of the nervous system, and a thought popped into my head.

Isn't a bookshelf like a delightful little personal store that costs nothing but brings you endless happiness?

Most readers buy a lot of books- that's logical. They collect, stacked together snugly, but sometimes get left unopened for awhile. So they stew, improving like a fine wine. And sometimes, when the mood strikes you- when you don't have a certain book in mind for reading next- you can just stand in front of the bookshelf. Fingertips trailing over the spines, reading 2 pages of 20 different books, unable to decide.

I'm not very good at decision making. My entire life I've had trouble with it, with books in particular. I will start 6 different books, unable to decide which looks more interesting. My childhood was categorized by half-opened books, layed out across the room, picking up whichever was near.

Anway, it's just such a fun experience. I sometimes even imagine myself recommending books to people in my mind, thinking who would enjoy a certain title, what I would say to sell the book. It's possible that I'm just insane, though.

And confession- I always look at people's bookshelves. I think they can tell a lot about who the person is, and its just a fascinating little look into their personality. Does anyone else do this?