Stories of where I’ve been…
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to…
Those are the opening lyrics to Brandi Carlile’s “The Story” which most people will recognise from the Tracker advert. It’s a song that is beyond beautiful. I downloaded it this morning and listened to it on repeat 5 times. I was a mushy, tearful mess afterwards. It says so much of what I have always wanted to say.
It touches deep in the soul of my story.
A lifetime ago I stumbled my way through the world of internet dating. Cracking a face-to-face depends so much on your profile and what you say and don’t say. It becomes an art to sum yourself up in a few paragraphs. Mine went something along the lines of “I’m not looking for someone to save me or to heal me. I’m not looking for a mother or a sister or even a best friend. I’m just looking for someone who will listen and pretend to be interested in what I have to say. Someone interested in MY story.” In retrospection it was probably a bit too deep… The world seems more interested in a tabloid then a novel.
Especially a sad one.
