I Hate The Library

Or should I say, my library and I are no longer an item? When you get to my age, a perfect Saturday for me is to go over to the ol’ #BartramTrailBranch of the groovy St. John’s County Library System. They got a quiet room there, it’s air conditioned, it’s away from my family (!), it’s awesome. I would go there, read a couple pages, people watch for a minute, maybe 10 minutes of “oh Christ, I’m glad THAT’S NOT MY Son/Daughter”, and then maybe I check out a mystery and “Sorry Ma, Forgot To Take Out The Trash” on CD....perfect.

Well lo amd behold, I drive over to library rock city and it was closed! Apparently, it is going to be closed until September. Can you believe that? Former hipsters of the Julington Creek area who are now shambling shells of their former selves will have no place to decompress or get away.  I may have to start to do yard work, or maybe talk to my neighbors. I don’t know. All I can tell you is that nothing quite rocks like quiet, free internet access, and the opportunity to check out the entire Replacements Catalog....heartbroken :(

Maybe I’ll start mountain climbing. I could organize  Team Sincoff, get some supplies (and dry goods), get a Sherpa (because the man is a fucking SHERPA) and go fuck off to Mt. Everest. The world needs a Middle Aged Jew (w/ a Sherpa)  attempting (and obviously failing, tragically) to climb the highest mountain range in the world. Lol it’s true! For my extremely emotional psyche, there is no “middle of the road”, no “test stage” of a hobby. Go big or go home. No baby hills for this mountain climber!

It’s kind of like the same way I left the corporate world
After going thru wild stuff, and then grad school to ask questions and think about answers. There was no “let me ponder this?” Moment. It was “Boom! trauma! Leave Corp
World! Go to grad school! No deep soul searching. No introspection, just did it.

I’m not saying that’s a good thing, I’m just saying that’s me.

With me, all of my soul searching is “am I a good person/human being of value?”, “Am I an even decent Husband/Dad/Friend?” That’s what I fixate and obsess on:

So until I figure out if I’m a good person or not, can anybody/anybody give me the key and WiFi password to the library?