The Story of All Stories
Sometimes things happen to me that seize the inside of my chest and I know they be forever branded on my brain. A lot of times they are subtle events of the day that you don't really notice at the time, but drag your memory to a situation or conversation. It never fails if you trust your ability to respond to a situation.Really...ok, what is triggered when I say, oh.... Judge Judy?
For me, it's a long string of painful images due to the fact that she's been on the tv in my office every single day for the last 9 years that I've worked in television because my station broadcasts her show. And you wonder why I'm a little off-center??
BUT there is also a really cool story about this hilarious and rather attractive woman who was on Judge Judy one day... now remember it is total background noise for me, but on this day, the aforementioned woman cut through with her cat-like responses to Judy and the witty tract she took on slamming her scam-driven ex-boyfriend.
The woman was a gallery owner in NYC and he allegedly stole money and paintings from her. I was glued to the set while this woman's charisma gripped me for 15 straight minutes.
The gallery name was mentioned several times and I wondered if this was all a bunch of crap, or if, in fact, these cases WERE real. Sure enough, there was the gallery website, and there on the home page was the funny woman's head shot. On a whim I decided to email her and thank her for easing my "Judge Judy pain" for one day. She got back to me and we eventually met on one of my trips to New York. A couple drinks led to a wild ride through her gallery, a lot of nude painting, and buckets full of hot ginsing tea.
Well.... not all of that is true, but some of it is, and isn't that really what stories are all about? How many good stories are really all true? I mean, yeah, they happened, but good storytellers always twist a few things around, don't they? Leave a few untimely moments out of the copy? Sure they do... but, THAT is not the story of all stories. It was just something triggered by an outside stimuli, which is my point.
Have you told your story yet? Or has it gone unnoticed deep inside your conscience? Did it happen on a day when you weren't living in the moment?
Think about floor tiling for a minute. What story does that rekindle for you? For me, it was the time I worked at McDonalds for a week.
I never worked at the counter serving food. (that is the part I will omit from this story to make it better, although, that story is kind of funny, too, but it gets in the way of the tile story, not to mention makes my time at McDonald's seem much more glamorous than it really was). The part where I worked there for one week and the only thing I did was paint the cement cracks between the tiles with linseed oil is much better.
For 5 straight days one summer vacation, I painted concrete cracks with oil. I would dab my paintbrush into a McDonald's courtesy cup full of the oil and masterfully paint the seam without getting any on the tile. If I did splash, I'd just wipe it off with a rag. Unreal, huh? Not really, but it gets BETTER... well, kinda.
After a long day, I mistook the oil cup for my glass of root beer and slammed down some linseed oil, then promptly puked.
Think about floor tiling for a minute. What story does that rekindle for you? For me, it was the time I worked at McDonalds for a week.
I never worked at the counter serving food. (that is the part I will omit from this story to make it better, although, that story is kind of funny, too, but it gets in the way of the tile story, not to mention makes my time at McDonald's seem much more glamorous than it really was). The part where I worked there for one week and the only thing I did was paint the cement cracks between the tiles with linseed oil is much better.
For 5 straight days one summer vacation, I painted concrete cracks with oil. I would dab my paintbrush into a McDonald's courtesy cup full of the oil and masterfully paint the seam without getting any on the tile. If I did splash, I'd just wipe it off with a rag. Unreal, huh? Not really, but it gets BETTER... well, kinda.
After a long day, I mistook the oil cup for my glass of root beer and slammed down some linseed oil, then promptly puked.
Ahh...nice. But if you think that is nowhere near the story of all stories... you're right.
The big story is happening right now. It's me. It's you. It's this moment. The stories I've just told have been part of it, but all that matters is what is happening now. At least that's what they tell me, and who am I not to believe them, right?
They know, but of course, they really means us. You... me. So, if they is you and they is me, I guess that makes me, you.
If you haven't figured it out yet, I am both rambling for the sake of it and proving that I like to think I dabble in philisophical geometry...which reminds me of the first time I had to wear glasses. It was in geometry class in 10th grade and man, was that a blow to my ego. I only wish I realized at the time that any blow to the ego is a good one.
If you're still reading, give yourself a star for patience and to prove it, leave the comment: this truly is the story of all stories. Or just say what you want and I will work your quote into my next department head meeting.
The big story is happening right now. It's me. It's you. It's this moment. The stories I've just told have been part of it, but all that matters is what is happening now. At least that's what they tell me, and who am I not to believe them, right?
They know, but of course, they really means us. You... me. So, if they is you and they is me, I guess that makes me, you.
If you haven't figured it out yet, I am both rambling for the sake of it and proving that I like to think I dabble in philisophical geometry...which reminds me of the first time I had to wear glasses. It was in geometry class in 10th grade and man, was that a blow to my ego. I only wish I realized at the time that any blow to the ego is a good one.
If you're still reading, give yourself a star for patience and to prove it, leave the comment: this truly is the story of all stories. Or just say what you want and I will work your quote into my next department head meeting.
posted by The Oscillator @ 6:56 PM
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