Story weaving

Today I thought about how the stories I tell show people. They are their stories of their lives. When they die people can still know them, find them.

I also thought how no one will write about me — probably. It's good because I'd just correct his/her grammar anyway.

But then I thought what if these people's stories that I tell are part of my own maybe these people's stories make up my story. I can look through the three three-ring binders I filled in the past few years of other people's stories. Hypothetically, you could track where I was any given week in my college career — summers included.

I am an individualist. Independent. But maybe it is true that everyone's stories are intertwined. I'm lucky to be one of the spiders spinning the complex story webs.