I am an
exceptional storyteller.
I’ve already
mentioned my writing and how much I love the work I do with it. But this was
one brought up by my roommate and my boyfriend. Madison told me that I’m the
most wonderful person to experience things with because later when I recount
the tale, I apparently do it quite well.
Recently I have noticed that being able to
tell a story at the party is a rare and appreciated talent. I have a friend
who, while her stories are always entertaining, it’s hard to take her out
because she takes so long to tell the story that it’s like listening to a five
year old explain their day. “And then we went outside…well everyone but Timmy ‘cause
he’s allergic to grass…but we played Frisbee and…” She also behaves as though
her conversation deserves more attention than the conversations of others and
refuses to give up a subject once we moved on. She’s that annoying person in
class who fifteen minutes ago raised her hand to counter a point and didn’t get
called on until just now, starting her comment with “Well going back to what
Becky was saying…” While useful in some
context, the ability to drag a conversation back to a subject we finished
twenty minutes ago with a fart joke.
Long story
short, I like to tell stories. All kinds. Some of them even get written down.
Challenge to
my Readers:
I know a lot of
people who would rather sit quietly during a conversation or party rather than
saying anything. The next time you get the opportunity, take the chance to
speak up.
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