Everyone is a raconteur without realizing it. We speak to our friends, we speak to our doctors and therapists about the nothing-meaning nonsense that goes on in our lives, but the difference in telling a story and complaining about the ills of one’s life is in the delivery. We can talk about how someone slighted you at work, or we can talk about how that person looked when they promptly fell down the stairs a moment after disdaining you. There, you see, is the difference: people will often notice the main but not the nuance; they will notice the face of the person yelling at them and the pitch of their shouts, but will not notice the comfort that the ululations of agony and twisted limbs lying on the bottom stile can promise. .Michelle Franklin
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The story of someone's life is worth hearing. It has the power to heal, to put things into perspective, to help us understand how others see us and to learn from our mistakes. It can help us grow as people and ultimately lead to success. But there are some stories, the real ones that are actually about real people's lives that are so twisted up that they are just horrible. They are the ones that have no good parts, but they can be funny if you learn how to tell them well.
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