I come from a big family and read once that as a survival technique in a big family your stories have to be "big", exaggerated to get noticed. When going around the table at dinner time, sharing your big happenings of the day, it was not enough to say I jumped in a mud puddle on the way home. Eyes wouldn't even look up from their plates with that report so it had to be BIG...something really cool. So the puddle turned into a raging river that prevented me from crossing to the bus and then a car came by and drenched me in mud water and my hair looked like crap and then...that guy I really liked stopped to ask if I needed a ride...you get the drift. It had to be colorful, engaging, captivating and it had to be a lot of bs but it had to be funny!
Well, I'm convinced I cursed myself by creating these grand adventures. There was a moment when these inflated stories became my reality. I was a normal girl just cruising through life and weird stuff would happen to me, daily. I would share my stories with friends and family and they would seem to be entertained by my recounting of these crazy stories. I wasn't sure if it was my finely tuned skill of storytelling or if this stuff was really happening to ME!
All I know is that I have this seemingly ordinary life that has a lot of "one times" all strung together to make a bunch of crazy ass escapades. My brother calls me Lynnconspicuous, I try to be subtle, shy, quiet, mysterious but it never happens. I can go to a parade and the next thing you know I'm on a fricking float throwing candy, waving like some wanna be beauty pageant finalist...I have no idea how it happens it just does, over and over again!
So I decided to share my adventures....you be the judge, everyday life or a life of one times that just happen to be funny stuff! :)
Thursday, February 11, 2010
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