Can’t Touch This

Yesterday I took a stroll down the aisles of Barnes and Noble for the first time in months. I was so excited to have the opportunity to peruse the store, even though I detest wearing a mask. I was happy to though, just so I could be around all those books.

When I entered I was greeted by a man who was keeping count of the people coming in which seems to be commonplace now. It’s so bizarre and I think if we would have all seen a mini movie of this, we wouldn’t have believed it, but it is what it is, so we go along with it.

I went up the stairs to try and find a good read for my boat trip that is coming up and then I was immediately disappointed by something I hadn’t expected. Signs reading, “Do not touch a book unless you plan on purchasing it” were everywhere.

What? How the hell can I buy a book, if I don’t pick it up and read the back cover? Am I supposed to just take a stab at one like I do with wine, by looking at the label/cover? I felt deflated. All of that excitement of getting in the store was gone.

I love books! I love holding them, which is why I don’t like the Kindle. I have one, but never use it. I think it was a gift. I can’t highlight anything, dog ear the pages or take notes in a page if I want to. Plus it runs out of charge. Paper books don’t run out of charge, they just exist forever and always until you give them away or the pages tear from the binding.

I ended up picking a book from an author I have read before, but wasn’t very excited about my purchase. I like to find treasures and the only way to find them, is to go searching for them. But you can’t very well make new discoveries unless you can dig, and in order to dig, you have to use your hands.

I am always finding the humor in things, but this new way of living has me stumped because I’m finding things that were completely off the wall, acceptable now.

Like banks. I took my youngest to the bank to open him a high school account and laughed at the irony of being in a bank with a mask on. Everyone in there had one on. I mean, come on! That’s funny! Can you imagine ever thinking that would be a thing? And one that was insisted upon? Like you can’t even enter a bank now without one!

While I want to find the humor in not being able to touch books, I just couldn’t. I don’t know about you, but I am a person who feels. I have to feel, I need to feel, I exist to feel. And now I can’t. I’m covering my mouth, which is one of my most attractive qualities and well as yours, because we smile that way. Often times all you have to do is smile at someone and it transforms our day as well as theirs. But there isn’t any of that anymore.

Just eyes. We’re only seeing eyes now. Eyes that Judge one another or roll when a simple act of sneezing is done.

So if I can’t touch books, then I will continue to find things that touch my heart, cause nobody has control over that but me.