Write Your Own Story

Almost every day last school year, and so far this one, I have seen the same elderly couple walking when I drop my kids off at their respective schools. They seem to be in their early to mid-70’s, happily taking their morning walk which I imagine is part of a daily routine for them. They start at their apartment and walk about a mile down the road to a convenience store, or perhaps the grocery store I’m not sure, for morning coffee. They always have a coffee cup when I see them on the way back. Sometimes they have a plastic grocery bag on the way back from their trip to whichever place it is that they go. Some days they have an umbrella that woman uses when it rains. The man walks the same, rain or shine. He doesn’t seem to care if he gets wet.

The elderly couple and I wave to each other, sometimes as many as three times each morning as I drive back and forth to my kids’ schools (4 kids, two different schools, at three different times every morning). I have never met the elderly couple, never stopped to exchange pleasantries. We have never actually spoken to each other. I will not likely stop to meet them, I think that would be weird. But I almost feel like I know them as many times as we have acknowledged each other in passing at 20 miles per hour. And since I don’t really know them, I have written their story in my own mind.

I have imagined what their names are, how they met, what they did for a living, how many children they had, grandchildren, places they have been, all kinds of things. Basically, I have made up the whole story of their life without even meeting the elderly couple, as I picture their story. Sounds weird, doesn’t it? It is almost like people watching, but to an extreme I guess. We have all sat at a mall, or airport, or the beach and watched people and imagined what they are like or what kind of life they live without even talking to them. Not just those places, but we also probably come up with a quick story in our minds for the guy on the corner holding a sign about being homeless. Or the jackass with Georgia plates on his car that does not know how to use his blinker. Or the recluse neighbor that never speaks to you.

It might seem silly to take the time to make up all those stories about people we do not know and have never spoken too. I have no idea why we do this. I know I’m not the only one that does this. And if we are completely honest, we make up a person’s back-story even if we do know them. Maybe we don’t know them very well or it’s a person we only see in passing at work or school and do not have the time to get to know them. I am certain people have come up with a story about me the same way I have for the elderly couple. Even some people that do know me have their own version of a story of me and my life and my decisions. But that’s ok. If they don’t know my whole story, they can make one up. I wonder if the elderly couple has a story for me. I wonder what it’s about. I wonder if it is a good story or if it’s more like, “Crap, here comes that guy again that waves at us every day, just wave and smile.”

They don’t know my story and I don’t know theirs. But I am telling mine to whomever wants to know it, right here every week. This marks 30 weeks in a row, after a two year break, that I have made a blog entry telling my story. My story the way I see it. The way I live it. My weekly posts have become my best therapy. Most of my entries has been real life events. A couple of times I posted some fiction that I’ve written. I have put a couple poems out there. But all of it, in some way, shape, or form, is part of my story. Part of my life. I am writing my story. I tried to write the ending once; but apparently my story was not over at the time.

We all have a story. Actually, we all have thousands of stories that make up a greater story. Who knows your story? Your real story? Tell it yourself so not as many people have to make one up for you. Thank you for looking at my story. Thank you for being part of the Story of My Life. Good day, God bless.

Dave

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5 thoughts on “Write Your Own Story

  1. Because I’m a writer, like you, I make up stories when I meet people. Also, get frustrated when I see a piece of a person’s story, but not the conclusion or just next scene! People ask writers all the time, “Where do you get your stories?” More often, it should be, “Why did you pick this story?”

    If I were you, I’d find a way to meet them. It isn’t weird. It’s human and community. It’s interaction; it’s belonging. They don’t have to be in the small circle of your important people to be a part of your community.

    And, there maybe some thing you could learn from them or teach them which is valuable?

    Isolation and lack of feeling like I’m connected make my depression worse and more likely to linger. I force myself out and to talk to people I don’t know when I’m depressed, when I can.

    That’s what I’d do . . . YMMV!

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  2. If you sit and people watch and make up stories it can be quite fun! Expands your brain!! lol…Who knows, if you stop to talk with them their story might surprise you in more ways then one!! Try it!! 🙂 They would probably like someone new to talk too! 🙂 Lb

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  3. Most people don’t bother to make up stories about others. They’re too busy in their own world. I love that you do this. I do it too. But I also stop and talk to strangers because I hear the most interesting stories when I do. Give it a try! Meanwhile, this is a great post.

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  4. This seems a “quieter” version of life sharing for you and I truly enjoyed the fact you never fail to wave at the elderly couple. Maybe your daily acknowledgement of the two of them keeps their hopes up for the next day. It is recognition we all need in life to validate our our actions. Thanks! I am not getting any younger and will look for my “passing stranger” to wave at me when I will need it the most. ILY

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