Stories

I've told stories since I was a kid. I don't know where they come from, they've always just flowed from me. I enjoy it, always have. And I enjoy finding new people to tell stories to.

Maybe that's why I tell stories when I teach. I enjoy history, almost as much as I enjoy psychology. For a short while, I considered becoming a historian -- but what can you do as a historian? Become an administrator at some school? (Jeff, if you see this, ya know I'm just funnin' ya.) I tell stories to help my students make connections.

There are other stories I tell as well. I tell stories of my family, of growing up, of my adventures and misadventures, all that stuff. I also make stuff up, just because it's the only way I can give a life to the voices in my head. Hell, if I don't, they'll come out in different ways and I'll end up in a psych ward on a 72 hold as they try and figure me out.

Not too long ago, my good compadre Kerry asked why, when asked a question, I tell stories to get to the answer. I told him, "Well, it's like this...I come from a long line of bullshit artists..."

He stopped me and told me that I was selling myself short. I also like that he told me that he enjoys that about me; and that he learns a great deal, not just of me, but of other things as well. I challenge him, he said, to think about things in a manner he's not had to do often. Something he enjoys a lot.

Stories.

I've got stories. Many of them true, some filled with half-truths and shades of lies, and others...well...others that are all straight from the depth of my story fount. And stories shall continue to fill my space here.