My Favorite Stories Are About Me
I love hearing stories about me. I just can’t get enough of them. We tell stories about ourselves all the time, but to have someone tell you a story about you is about as interesting as it gets. Sigh. Tell me more about me.
These types of stories were especially fun in my more experimental phase of life: wink wink, you know, those nights you can’t seem to remember? I used to love hearing about all the antics I got into and seeing myself through other people’s eyes. Man was I fun! In fact, I was such a ball of delight that I once jumped out of a moving car because I was picking a fight and feeling frisky. And another time I feel asleep under the DJ table, between the speakers, only to get up two hours later and continue the party. That is before I puked violently. What a hoot right!?
But I realized something the other day, although hearing stories about me is my favorite past time, hearing stories about The Munch is just as good!
I love hearing stories about The Munch. Every time someone babysits her I want to know what she did, what she said, how many times she cried, how hard she laughed, if she ate, if she pooped, and if so-what flavor. I want to know everything! It is remarkably satisfying and endlessly interesting. Who would have guessed that someone would ever rival my own fascination of hearing about me! How can that be? It must be because she is part me!