There’s something I’ve always know about myself; but I don’t always give it much thought in my daily life.
I’m a storyteller.
I mean – I’ve been able to keep this blog going for almost 10 years now – with pretty regular content (4900 entries!), so obviously I’m a storyteller.
But, I have realized lately that I even get excited when I hear a good story because – 9 times out of 10 – I’m going to find a way to retell it.
That’s the part that cracks me up, when I think about it. Not that I like telling my own stories. Who doesn’t like that? But, I also like to tell other people’s stories. And I do it…ALL THE TIME. Part of it comes from going on long runs with people. It’s really nice to pass the time chatting, plus it also helps you keep your heart-rate down. So, if I have good stories to tell as we log the miles? Bonus for all of us! And who cares if it’s my story, right?
E going off to college has given me an AWESOME resource of stories. I wish I could re-tell them here but I think he’d have trouble making friends once they all found out his Mom was blogging about their adventures. But, MAN…he’s had some great stories. I’ll tell you one bit — He took his first breathalizer! I’ve never even had to do that. But, evidently, leaving in a group from Waffle House at 1am is something drunk people do. (Good call, actually.) He passed! Yay! And now he has this great story about it that involves lying to friends about other friends getting arrested and it cracks me up and I’ve told his story to – no less than – a million people.
And he has so many more awesome stories, I just love it. He came home this weekend (YAYAYAYAY!) and Donnie cleaned up after dinner Friday night so I could just sit at the table with E and his BFF while he told her some of his awesome stories. And you’d better believe that I’ll be retelling those as well.
But it’s not just my family who I – essentially – steal stories from. I do it from the checkout lady at the grocery store who had two kids 10 months apart. TEN MONTHS?! I have to tell that story! And the girl in the painting class I took that one time who told me that she drank the paint water once…full swig…and didn’t even realize it until after she swallowed. (They have big signs that say – jokingly – “DON’T DRINK THE PAINT WATER” because they encourage you to bring your alcoholic beverage of choice while you paint.) I tell the stories of my other tri friends who started as far behind as I did, because those stories encourage potential tri people to jump on the bandwagon. I tell stories about good races that I’ve heard of, and bad ones. Whether or not I’ve done either. I tell my family’s stories, my neighbor’s stories, and my kid’s stories.
So maybe…instead of being a storyteller…I’m actually a story stealer. Now, I don’t ever play it off as my own, I give it the credit where it’s due. But, if you tell me a good story I will save it in my arsenal and tell it again the next chance I get.
I hope you don’t mind.