Thinking About Peeking Out of the Closet

My routine is crucial. Everyday at noon, I take my coffee cup to the kitchen, exchange it for a tall glass of water, cook my Lean Cuisine, which takes approximately 2-4 minutes, and then sit down to read my book.

Usually, this isn’t a problem. I whip out my newest Star Wars or Wheel of Time and hold it up high for the world to see. But now, that I’m reading the panic book, I have a panic attack every time someone walks by my desk.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the book. But, the sheer thought of someone asking me what I’m reading is driving me insane. Anytime they even slow by my desk, I practically fall over myself trying to hide the book. I even thought about making one of those make-shift book covers from elementary school to hide the damn thing.

Can you say irony? I’m reading a book about self-acceptance and not worrying about what others think—the whole time freaking out, worrying about what others would think if they knew what I was reading. Like, it’s a nudey magazine or something!

Hence the title of the post. In the event that a passerby does inquire into the topic of my book, I’ll say it loud and proud. I think.