March 11, 2015
I struggle with telling people stories in person. Maybe because I'm under the false impression that since my life isn't that interesting, I have nothing to tell. Or maybe it has to do with the people I'm surrounded with regularly. For instance, Harry, a retired car salesman, still very youthful at 70, is constantly telling me old stories of the things that happened at the dealership. And when he's not doing that, he's telling me about what sort of drama his wife is stirring up lately. Sometimes I touch upon something to share, but it's swept away as he continues.