that there are a very few people who will talk to me. But when they do, I often get the comment that I have an interesting life. I think I'd describe it more as finding life interesting. I love to tell a good story...like the time I was car dancing in the parking lot when I couldn't seem to get my right leg to come with me, or when I watched a new hiker step off the side of a mountain. Stuff like that happens all around us if we pay attention and live fully in the moment. I guess it also helps to have grown up with Uncle Steve sharing his storytelling adventures about hog calling and making up words. I think that's why I enjoy Ellen DeGeneres so much with her take on everyday happenings.
Sometimes I wonder, is it that many of the folks around me have such expanded egos that they believe only they have the talent or knowledge or whatever it is? Do they think I have nothing to add? Does it not matter that I have lived a full life in many locales or that I have a fully functioning brain? Or maybe I'm just an easy target for ridicule?
I don't think my childhood equipped me for life with people. Being mocked by your own family isn't much of a confidence-builder, I must admit.
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