adult bookstore

You know those “adult” bookstores you see advertised all up and down the highways all across the country? I’ve never actually been in one, but I’ve decided that they’re probably an allegory for adulthood itself.

You always pass by them and wonder what’s in there, because they’re all covered with pictures of seductive eyes and pursed lips, and words like “adult toys!” and “naughty fun!” and so on. But when you get inside, I bet it’s really full of books about paying bills on time, and doing household chores, and taking the kids to the doctor, and income taxes. And sure, there’s a little corner bookshelf (dolled up with cheap-looking tinsel and blinking lights) full of all that stuff you thought the place was filled with. But 95% of the store is that other. And you know that you’d go in there and stand there in total disillusionment and at the same time be compelled to say, “Yep. I guess this IS an “adult bookstore.”

That's my insight for today. So if you’re ever driving by one of those places and are tempted to stop by and find out what “adult” is all about…just keep on driving. You already know what’s in there.