What kind of thing springs to your mind when you think about a bookshelf?
Some people might think of a wooden bookshelf ; a brown, chestnut-like colour, beautifully polished. It's got that shine that everyone finds aesthetically pleasing, in some way.
Some might picture a round, painted bookshelf - an angelic white colour, it makes the room have a kind of charm to it.
Some might like it black, some might like it pink.
It can take up a whole wall, curve around the entire room, or just take up one spot in the corner.
Each to their own, I suppose.
Did you know a lot can be said about a person just by looking at a bookshelf?
Some use it for fantasy books, romance novels, comics, and hell, some don't even use them for books at all!
Take my bookshelf, for example.
It's white. It's sharply made into a long rectangle, longitude dominating.
Most of the books I have don't even belong to me. In fact, they belong to my dad.
They're cooking books.
My books are all over the place. They're just things i collected over the years, and i don't really have interest in them anymore.
History books, game guides, a joke book, stuff about science and the periodic table.
One shelf isn't even used for books.
It's got a tipped over blue kendama, a scotch tape dispenser, some ds game covers, some black pens, and a baseball.
It's weird, honestly.
The third shelf up containts a buncha miscellaneous stuff.
2 glue sticks, some school papers, a random encyclopedia (probably about flowers), a book about knitting I used to read, and a book about coding.
Weird. I never thought i was into coding.
It's really, well, how do I say it, unusual to find things about yourself you forgot about by just staring at your bookshelf.
But sometimes, we find things about ourselves through weird stuff. It's just how the world works.
Again, each to their own, I suppose.