First of all, why would you be loaning books to friends?
Well, as a highly sensitive person, you consider your books some of your closest friends.
Your living and breathing friends are also your friends.
(Therein lies the problem.)
You love a good book and the thrill of emotion that stories can provide.
- Books have healed you.
- They’ve made you cry.
- Books have made you smile and laugh.
- Sometimes they’ve changed your life.
So, you want to share those joys with your friends (the human friends, not the friends that live between the pages).
So you loan your book to a friend.
The next time you see them, you eagerly ask what they thought of the book that you loaned.
They say something like this:
“Oh, I haven’t gotten around to reading it yet, but I can’t wait to find the time.”
You notice they post about a dozen times an hour on Facebook, but you don’t mention that.
You might ask the question once more, but you get another:
“Sorry, I haven’t had a chance to read it yet.”
You don’t ask again about the book you loaned them.
As a highly sensitive person, here are three main reasons:
- You don’t want to seem like a burden or an irritation.
- You definitely don’t want to seem desperate.
- But you don’t want to make your friend feel uncomfortable about the fact that you loaned them a book three months ago (or six months ago or two years ago) and they still haven’t read it.
But you remember.
You remember every book that you’ve loaned.
Although you might not remember exactly when the book changed hands and was no longer in your possession, you know who is currently in possession of the book.
And sometimes, when you notice the place on your bookshelf where the book used to be, you imagine where it might be in your friend’s house.
- Is it on one of their bookshelves?
- Did it end up in a box and get stuffed in their garage?
- Might it be on their bedside table, meaning they really do plan to read it soon?
- Did they move it along while following Marie Kondo’s advice?
So, to protect your highly sensitive self from the nagging worry of where your book-friends might be suffering some horrible fate, you decide you’ll never loan a book again.
Then your friend stops by for a visit
And when they ask what’s new, you happen to mention, “I just read the most amazing book.”
Your friend expresses an interest and you decide you’ll try it … Just. One. Last. Time.
So you loan them your book … and it begins all over again.