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I had a story to tell today but I didn't dare to type it out and had nowhere to write it down. I wish I did. I hate to say this but I guess, I didn't dare to write it down either for I am not gifted with words.
Or - do stories speak for themselves? - - that actions speak louder than words?
Nonetheless, it cheered me up to have found a story worthy of telling (even if the humour is exclusive - to err ... me.) Maybe two stories if you count last night's dream. Yet I know by this that that (the story) is what I mean when I say I love meeting people. Even in the smallest way.
You might find it odd. I wrap myself up amongst some strangers yet am thrilled by others. I'm supposedly introverted but I am terrifed of loneliness. I've thought about what I'd like to do given the skills and opportunity - write zines and busk. I would want to bring music to people, for that in turn brings people to people. I would want to share these collected stories. I would want to do it MY way, instead of for goodness sake trying to get clearance from your boss then your boss' boss. It's hard to mean this in reality but ...I'd want to reach out to everybody right? In a community based project or something without selection, it is hard to get quality (in technical terms) - at least that's what I've grown up believing. (Thank you school, you were wrong). But you know what, you can't train heart.
I love dreaming for these strange stories and - I miss History (dream related). And did I mention, I'm terribly idealistic?