Storytellers

Many people have told me that they lead the most uninteresting and boring lives. I'd like to think people like us are somehow represented by Walter Mitty - constantly having dreamy melodramatic escapades of the wildest sort twirling in our heads. It's only usual to envy those who could brag about having gone skydiving, finished a triathlon, or won some international award for being too awesome in something. These are great accomplishments, really, and we should aspire to be like them. But I also happen to know people who envy the popular people who drink too much, go to the club too often and genuinely don't give a fuck about how other people see them. Kind of like how some people worship the likes of Bieber and Cyrus. There is something admirable in this quality of self-confidence, but mostly narcissism takes over and there is only decadence that follows.

Somehow people who lead mundane lives seem to have a greater memory of the events in their lives that were significant (after all we only have that much to remember). We remember the details of even the most inconspicuous happenings; at least I do. There is a mild oddity in the small things that makes it memorable for me. They seem to me the most wonderful storytellers.