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Friday, October 8, 2010

Anecdotes

On the one hand, stories must be shared. It seems so wasteful for wonderful things to happen and so few people to hear and appreciate them. A great story, even if it features perfect strangers to whom I have no connections, is still a great story. I have heard some great stories in my time, and I would be robbed of great enjoyment had I never heard those stories, from the riotous ones to the inconsequential ones.

Still, I feel as though I cheapen stories in the telling. Once I articulate them, it feels as though I've cleansed my system of them, they've left my mind in the form of words. And naturally this is distressing. If I keep the story to myself, it blooms as I internally explore all the facets of what happened, and I take a certain delight in having my own secret story, my own private joke.

Also, sometimes I am certain no one will appreciate some stupid story as much as I do. Which, honestly, through no fault but my own, is often the case, because I am most often amused by stupid and inconsequential things.

I've noticed, effective speakers often tell stupid stories, but somehow, they make them so hilarious while also so meaningful. So I guess it's all in the telling.

3 comments:

Kris said...

Ah! You understand! I always have such a hard time deciding if i want to ruin a story by telling it!

L.E. Fiore said...

Mmm. Yes. Telling a story immortalizes it. It also takes it from being one's own to making it everyone's.

Michael said...

Lots of things happen to me, or that I do, that would make fun or interesting stories, but I go out of my way to keep them to myself. I'm not sure if THIS is the reason or not . . . I think I just like having something to tell . . . when I have the time to tell it.