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Ruminations over my delicious real italian sandwich - A little less than a happy high — LiveJournal
Ruminations over my delicious real italian sandwich
I've a habit of forgetting which stories I've told. It used to be that most of my stories were fresh and new, but that was largely a function of not sharing too much. Now I don't know. I know some of you know the story, others don't, and still others might have read it a year or two ago here.

Things stay with me. That story comes from half a lifetime away.

A story I haven't shared (much) is one about having to get a CT scan yesterday. It was a little unnerving because of all of the signs that say "Don't go into the light stare into the laser," and because I had some weird goo dripping into my veins. Not so much that I was freaking out over the affair, but enough that I dreamt last night that I was being given a liquid soap drip via IV. Then some weird beastie started crawling around under my skin, but I think that had more to do with Hell Boy flotsam than the IV. Still, if I start plotting to take over the world, you'll be the first to know what's gotten "into" me.
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futurenurselady From: futurenurselady Date: August 19th, 2004 05:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
When there is nothing more to tell, then it is time to make new and better stories. Live. I know you can do it.
komos From: komos Date: August 19th, 2004 07:37 pm (UTC) (Link)
The danger for the storyteller is that the stories can become the sum total of his reality. And while the stories may be very rich, while in the telling, new tales lie undiscovered.

Understanding freedom and experiencing it can be two very different things. I've a little ways to go before I'm living. After all, it hasn't been that long since I discovered I wasn't dead. ;)
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