There's this cliche in movies and books regarding female librarians. It basically goes like this:
There's this bitter old prune of a librarian who always seems too strict. The young protagonist is often getting into trouble, and this librarian is often the one dealing out the punishment. One day, the protagonist learns that the librarian was actually very beautiful when she was young, and that time and loneliness has made the librarian bitter and cynical.
I am not actually afraid of becoming this librarian. I am confident that, when the young protagonist stumbles upon pictures from my distant past, his/her first thought won't be, "What a pathetic portrait of regret and lonliness". It will probably be something more like, "Why is he making that face?", or "I didn't know they let retards work in hospitals!".
And that is my thought on that.
I'm going to write another journal now. Or maybe a forum topic. Who knows.