Shelves of Diversity

I just caught myself staring at my bookshelf and suddenly, a realization smothered me like spandex bed linen. My collection of books makes no sense at all; nonsense. I am aware that most 'book-lovers' will have an enormous collection of books from many different genres however, in my situation, the fact remains that I do not have a 'large' collection of books. In fact, my collection is rather modest for someone claiming to be a book-lover.
Some dear friends of mine are indeed, real book-lovers who are forever pressed deep into a book; up to their ears in pages and desperate for space to house more of their already exuberant congeries. They, as expected, have an incredible selection of books from varied topics and genres, but me however, looking at my excruciatingly modest sample, am very surprised to see such a variety collided so close on one shelf.
To help you understand what I am talking about, allow me to reference some titles resting adjacent to each other within sight of my office chair; Biography of K. Rudd, Autobiography of The Doors as written by Ray Manzarek, Roy, a book about Andrew Symonds, from Victoria Finlay comes a book about Colour, Chickenhawk by Robert Mason (Vietnam War) & Chelsea Horror Hotel by Dee Dee Ramone... Do I have an identity crisis? Or can I be labelled with diversification? A man of multifariousness?

Dropping it all

So I just made one of the most daring decisions of my life today. I decided to quit my very good job as a Sony Product Trainer so I can travel around the world. I have no set agenda, just an idea of the countries I want to visit. My unrelenting desire to walk the world without a care or solid direction has finally been bequeathed upon me. From where? I do not know, but I am certain that this has come from another part of me that is not so present, as it is a carry-on from lives lived prior.
It is hard to describe to those living outside of my head however, I cannot be bound to their thoughts, nor restricted by reason; I must simply act as a man with reasons only reasonable to his own. I am filled with fright, whilst overcome with joy. I am kneeling to the sky and throwing myself into the depths of freedom; I am now... a nomad.

Christmas Zombies Shoppers

Yay, it's Christmas time again and all the stores are filled with random zombie shoppers. In my line of work (paid, business type, real job stuff) I have to deal with retail staff on a daily basis. My job as a Sony Product Specialist/Trainer means I have to try and push the Sony propaganda down the throats of everyday, living, breathing, lamenting, struggling retailers.
Right now my job is so overwhelmingly difficult because they are having to deal with the sudden influx of mindless, red-eyed, drooling consumer zombies. All shuffling about with no identified agenda, scouring the shelves in search for gift ideas for which seem so distant. They leave with them a trail of inadequate thought, a stream of melancholic disappointment as they disappear into another row of fixtures... forever sighing.

The retail staff are just as zombie-like. Is it infectious? This habit? I see it happen right before my very eyes. They are coherent enough as we begin our discussions however, they break away to 'serve' one of these lifeless bodies, only to return with minds numbed, bags below the eyes swollen and speech turned slurred and inaccurate. But why am I immune to the seemingly toxic state that spreads through this field this season? Am I a superhero? A deity, perhaps?
As much as I would like to think so, I am afraid not. Maybe I have a hardened mind? I am incapable of hypnosis, I once came to realise. I went to an NLP seminar (convinced by my Drummer... mistake!) and watched on in awe as a room full of about 400 people all became hypnotized before my very eyes. My bass-player (convinced to come also) was staring up at the stage with glassy eyes, in a state I had never seen before. I was somewhat scared. Hey, maybe these shoppers are just hypnotized? But what would be the cause of such hypnosis?
Perhaps I will transform also, when it is my turn to shop? Maybe I will skip Christmas this year... I wonder if I could?

Too many questions!