The truth is I have trauma (like)  with bookstores. .on one instance I was fascinated with this book, actually a little cute one ( it was unwrapped so I started on reading it). .if I’m not mistaken it was all about 100,500 or 1000 reasons for you to smile or to be happy with. And so it occurred to me. .and took pictures of those wonderful writings that made me smile without even minding it was not allowed. I went on. .flipped them pages. .and the vigilant guard saw me. .and that was the end of me. .Before I stay for hours in a bookstore. .now- I couldn’t afford. .

Well, I was always like that. .sometimes I intend to violate rules. I guess the rightful term for this is SELF-INDUCED MISERY.