help me, self-help.

as i curl into bed, showered and lotioned up, i'm ready to reach for a book and wind down. sadly, or strangely, all four books i'm simultaneously reading have one thing in common: they belong in the SELF-HELP section at Borders. okay, so one quarter doesnt; one of them is a biography of none other than ms. wintour, but the rest really classify as "i'm lame idk how to live my life" books. oddly, doesnt bother me one bit! i spent sunday afternoon with a good friend of mine and as we discussed our current life situations, men (boys i should say), work, friends, etc, i remembered a quote from one of my "SH" books and recited it to her. half from memory, half from the excerpt i had actually taken the time to type into my iphone notepad. "wow" she said, "can you send that to me?" of course, i went on to rave about the fabulous SH book i had copped from work and we got into the topic of my reading choices. HEY, i figure, IM READING. its a positive step. well it turns out, im not alone. she hands me a book, "here- you should have this." what was the book she handed me? "Meeting Your Half-Orange." or as it translates from the originally spanish phrase "tu media naranja." as the title states "an utterly upbeat guide to using dating optimism to find your perfect match." really? i thought. but, simultaneously, i excitedly took it from her. YAY, another book to teach me what i dont already know! pathetic. but i love it. time to indulge in some self help. because, really, dont we all want to help ourselves?