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Confessions of a Narrator.
Dear reader,
I would like to pause here for a moment and tell you why you are reading my stories. Like Jean-Jaques Rousseau, I am confessing. You are intrigued by the openness, honesty, and authenticity of my words. The details of my stories ring true.
Paradoxically, these very details make my stories universal. Stories show us something about our shared humanity.
A confession is a formal statement admitting that one is guilty of a crime. In that sense, I am not painting my actions in a sympathetic light. I am punishing myself.
But confessions also embolden me. I don’t care what you think of me as a narrator because I’m not a real person anyway. I can say whatever I want and you will never know if any of it is true.
The truth is you don’t know me. You will never know me.
At the same time you do know me. Because I am everyone and everyone is me. I am a narrator, telling a story that no one knows and yet everyone knows. I translate my thoughts into words so that you can see them.
I speak for myself and I speak for you.
Rumination begets narrating. The melancholy of life makes life beautiful.
Narrators don’t believe in God because the narrator is God. I am God. I can do whatever I please with my own little universe. Confessing makes me vulnerable — but it’s also a power move.
In the end though, you have all the power. You decide whether or not you continue to read my words. You decide if you want to “like” my post or “follow me.” I cannot entice you any more than you want to be enticed, and so you win, overall.
A narrator is, by definition, trapped within the confines of a story. I speak to you from a necessarily limited point of view.
I guess I just want you to know me. Somebody has to know me.
Then, once you know me, you have total control.
I want you to take that control. I want you to control my destiny. Show me where I end and you begin. Recognize me. If you’re reading me, then please read me. Don’t skim my words.
The things that I tell you are meant to be heard.
Please pay attention.
Then follow me on Twitter.
