Oh yeah, it's June...

Ever since graduating, I've had trouble remembering what time of year it is. For example, every year there comes a time when I go somewhere on a weekday and think, "Why the hell are there so many kids here? Shouldn't they be in school?"

Then it hits me. Oh, yeah. Summer vacation. Dangit.

It hit me today at the library, as I was trying to keep my ears from bleeding from all the high-pitched shrieks in the tiny building. Gyah. As I tried to keep from tripping over all the tiny, fast-moving bodies that seemed to think a library was the same thing as a gymnasium.

I miss the libraries of my youth, where it was QUIET. When did parents stop teaching kids that libraries are places to be quiet and well-behaved? That people were trying to read, to study. These same children probably run screaming through the sanctuary on Sundays, too. No, I forgot. Churches have kiddie-prisons. The parents can lock their kids away in the nursery, where only one or two adults get to go insane from all the screaming.

Sometimes I think all public buildings should have "adults-only" time. If pools can have "adult swim," why not an "adult browse" at the library? An hour or two a day where you can only come in if you're over eighteen.

I respect the population's right to have screaming, misbehaving little monsters. Why can't they respect my right to want nothing to do with them?