I went to the library tonight. I even checked out a few books. (A habit my wallet only hopes I’ll maintain.) I’ve been to this particular library before. Once. I wrote the post “how to start a novel” while I was there. Walking in, I was totally taken aback to that first visit. You see, I’m the kind of person who hates not knowing what I’m doing or where I’m going. It took me a long time to understand this about myself, but now I know. I rely on the buddy system. Unfortunately I didn’t have a buddy the first time I went to this particular library. But it’s a library! What could go wrong? Not wanting to look like a complete newb, I walked in and made an immediate right. I just wanted a place to sit, settle, and blend in. I quickly found a table and did just that. Twenty minutes later, after settling and, you know, taking in my surroundings, I realized my mistake. I was sitting in the children’s section. Suddenly it all made sense why the desks and chairs seemed so small. I sat there for several more minutes… just so it would appear that I meant to sit there all along. Then I fake looked at my wrist like I was checking the time and made like I was late for ANYTHING. (FYI, I don’t wear a watch.) Tonight I walked straight to the information desk. I asked the nice librarians, “could you please point me in the right direction?” and they did just that. Sometimes I’m amazed by what acting like a mature adult can accomplish.