Ramblings
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
I have always been a good listener.
Growing up as the middle child teaches you certain skills. How to get yourself noticed when you're being ignored (making people laugh.) How to make yourself blend into the wall (listening to others talk.)
Every story I hear fascinates me. I want to know more. About the old and the sexy, about the dirt and the hurt. I have always suffered from wanting to know. Still, stories used to make me happy.
When did stories start breaking my heart?
