The stories on this page are true. Okay, they're mostly true. Many of these things happened years ago. Sometimes I can't remember what happened days ago. Memory is fluid--it's ever-changing. So maybe I've exaggerated a little. Or filled in some blanks. Or maybe what I remember is different than what you remember of the same event. I'm not lying--I'm just embellishing for literature's sake. Although I wouldn't consider myself particularly popular, I'm not a hermit. It's impossible to write stories about myself with out including those people who were there with me and have infuenced my life. I've changed their names, done my best to perserve their identity. It's not my intent to offend, but I'm sure I will, so I'll just appologize in advance. Sorry.
A while ago, I saw Rob Thomas (of Matchbox Twenty) in concert. First off, he is amazing. Second off, he said someting during his show that really struck me. He talked about how most people think, because of the nature of much of his music, that he's depressed and angry. But he's not, he says. Writing music is his way of dealing with the negative emotions we all have. And often, the same is true for me. Despite what my husband may think, I am not obsessed with high school. Just because I talk about it with my friends doesn't mean I'm obsessed. I do acknowledge that some pretty significant events occurred during my teenage years, which have worked to shape me into the person I am today. I'm also not entirely self-loathing. Talk to anyone who knows me well and they'll probably tell you how conceited I actually am. But when I am feeling insecure, which we all do sometimes, one of my outlets is to write. So, in reading this please don't pull out your mandatory reporter card and refer me to a therapist (I've tried that...). I'm really pretty happy with myself. Just not all the time. And let's be honest--neither are you!
