I remember when I was younger – grade school age, teenage, on into twenties and likely beyond – that when I made a new friend or started dating somebody, I would tell them The Story of My Life, and they would tell me theirs.
I’m not sure when I stopped doing that. I just realized one day that I no longer was telling a linear narrative. It didn’t seem all that important and there was too much to tell. Further, by this point, there are things that have happened in my life that I am sick of talking about. I’ve talked about them enough for one lifetime.
I’m not sure how to present this to people in the future. I wish I could just hand them a pamphlet. “You’ll find the highlights and the stuff I’m sick to death of in there. Hope that’s not a problem.”