/lit/ - Literature

I think he's just using books as a connections/ networking tool; it's probably in his nature as a CEO type.
His shelf:
>How I made loads of Money
>Work-Life Balance to Work IS Life, "Check Out My Account Balance" in 12 Easy Steps!
>Treating Every Facet of Life Like a Business Transaction YOU CAN WIN!
>BUY MY FUCKING BOOK YOU MIDDLE-MANAGEMENT CUNTS
>22 Generic Habits like Mind-Maps and Going to bed on Time That Will Make You RICH
I have a deep dislike for all sorts of business and self-help books. Whether or not that comes from a place of insecurity I'm not sure yet.

not my best

>I went there and sat on the first computer I saw that was far away from everything else and nearest to the door -- this meant that I wouldn't have to look at anyone and no one would disturb me. She sat next to me and I thought that she would probably be here only for the two periods and not do anything else. She probably wouldn't sit here ever again. Deciding not to look at her or speak ( or show any interest ) was easy enough to come to, for I had spent the majority of my holiday getting over her. I was sure nothing would happen from her side, because I was completely convinced she called me a creep behind my back and I needed no evidence to validate that because I would call anyone who did to me what I did to her a creep. It was probably my fault. Had I sat where I usually did, she would have had a friend next to her and I would have peace and quiet and a little privacy from the teacher because I don't expect other girls to talk to me for long periods of time except when asking for help or when they're obligated, and in both scenarios I try and reduce the time it takes to interact with them - by curtly declining to help (but never lying about it) and passing on the burden. I came to the conclusion that on her head was the burden of sitting next to her abuser, something she would not be comfortable about, and was something I would not force her to do if I could help it. Making a fuss about it right now would be the worst thing to do, and so I decided both of us had to bear each other's proximity for two hours in the span of four years. If it was up to me, I'd leave and never see her again and forget about her in a year or two and maybe then I would be alive again and forget the pain that came with the awareness of her existence and how she wasn't what I thought about in my head even though she looked exactly the same. Like a doppleganger rumpelstiltskin. Asking for moral debasement with a face and voice crafted around and bursting with innocence and untainted laughter.

not my best.

>I went there and sat on the first computer I saw that was far away from everything else and nearest to the door -- this meant that I wouldn't have to look at anyone and no one would disturb me. She sat next to me and I thought that she would probably be here only for the two periods and not do anything else probably wouldn't sit here ever again. Deciding not to look at her or speak ( or show any interest ) was easy enough to come to, for I had spent the majority of my holiday getting over her. I was sure nothing would happen from her side, because I was completely convinced she called me a creep behind my back and I needed no evidence to validate that because I would call anyone who did to me what I did to her a creep. It was probably my fault. Had I sat where I usually did, she would have had a friend next to her and I would have peace and quiet and a little privacy from the teacher because I don't expect other girls to talk to me for long periods of time except when asking for help or when they're obligated, and in both scenarios I try and reduce the time it takes to interact with them - by curtly declining to help (but never lying about it) and passing on the burden. I came to the conclusion that on her head was the burden of sitting next to her abuser, something she would not be comfortable about, and was something I would not force her to do if I culd help it. Making a fuss about it right now would be the worst thing to do, and so I decided both of us had to bear each other's proximity for two hours in the span of four years. If it was up to me, I'd leave and never see her again and forget about her in a year or two and maybe then I would be alive again and forget the pain that came with the awareness of her existence and how she wasn't what I though about in my head even though she looked exactly the same. Like a doppleganger rumpelstiltskin. Asking for moral debasement with a face and voice crafted around and bursting with innocence and untainted laughter.