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Had a long chat with a friend today - it's an interesting dynamic between us because we don't usually have much to talk about, which means that when we do talk it's always about the really personal stuff.
It's weird, because frankly speaking we don't know much about each other except for the little random bits that we somehow deem significant enough to share. I like listening to him talk, and he says the same for me (although I don't talk much).
It's frighteningly easy to let go and talk about the most personal things, and I'm always afraid, always on edge because seriously now how much is too much to share? How personal is too personal? I'm afraid because whenever I find someone I trust enough to share all this, I don't know how to hold back or stop simply because I'm so happy, so relieved to have someone who's willing to listen and not judge.
Humans are gullible creatures, after all. How do we separate a well-told lie from the truth, or what we might know of it? All that leads us to is an endless jog in circles upon circles, laps upon laps until we collapse, lungs heaving and heart pounding out of our throats.
The thing is, I don't like talking about myself - I feel a strange mix of guilt and excitement whenever I have to talk about personal topics because I find myself conflicted between I want to talk about things that are important to me, I want to share all this and I shouldn't talk about myself, it's selfish and I should focus more on listening to what others say instead of wasting their time.
The stories I tell don't flow in chronological order, simply because I decide that this order doesn't suit the story well enough. The story needs to be told in bits and pieces, in random order, so that the reader may piece it all together to make some sense of it.
But what if everything is in the storyteller's mind? Maybe all this is just the storyteller's way of trying to prolong the story, to make everything sound more interesting than it really is.
Does that make her a storyteller or a liar, though?
It's weird, because frankly speaking we don't know much about each other except for the little random bits that we somehow deem significant enough to share. I like listening to him talk, and he says the same for me (although I don't talk much).
It's frighteningly easy to let go and talk about the most personal things, and I'm always afraid, always on edge because seriously now how much is too much to share? How personal is too personal? I'm afraid because whenever I find someone I trust enough to share all this, I don't know how to hold back or stop simply because I'm so happy, so relieved to have someone who's willing to listen and not judge.
Humans are gullible creatures, after all. How do we separate a well-told lie from the truth, or what we might know of it? All that leads us to is an endless jog in circles upon circles, laps upon laps until we collapse, lungs heaving and heart pounding out of our throats.
The thing is, I don't like talking about myself - I feel a strange mix of guilt and excitement whenever I have to talk about personal topics because I find myself conflicted between I want to talk about things that are important to me, I want to share all this and I shouldn't talk about myself, it's selfish and I should focus more on listening to what others say instead of wasting their time.
The stories I tell don't flow in chronological order, simply because I decide that this order doesn't suit the story well enough. The story needs to be told in bits and pieces, in random order, so that the reader may piece it all together to make some sense of it.
But what if everything is in the storyteller's mind? Maybe all this is just the storyteller's way of trying to prolong the story, to make everything sound more interesting than it really is.
Does that make her a storyteller or a liar, though?
A story is a story because it is told. Whether these facts be truth or not, is up to the storyteller's mind. If you saw a dog as tall as man, when in fact it was not, the storyteller remembers it as such. Such is the way of storytelling. What matters is how you do it. If you spin a tale, spin it well. Also, I like that style. Bits and pieces, fragments of a story. I think piecing them together like a puzzle is what makes a story interesting no?
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