Finding the stories

This is easily the worst thing I've ever read.

First, an explanation. I image searched "Finding The Stories" and was rewarded with a page full of typeset fluffy bunny flatulence like the disaster on the right.

Why was the boy wandering through a park when he was 9 with a picture of himself?

Why are they "YELLING AT EACH OTHER!?"?

Was the husband enraged when he discovered that his wife had accidentally stalked him since she was a child? She obviously thought she had been caught in the midst of some kind of accidental childhood memory adultery situation since instead of calmly explaining the story to her now husband she went on the defensive and responded in ALL CAPS!

In her defense, his question does sound quite probing, and I imagine that had the author of the CUTE STORY above quoted the husbands actual words, they too would have been in CAPS - "WHO IS THE LITTLE BOY IN YOUR WALLET?"

Maybe she panicked, having not realized that not only was there a picture of a young boy in her adult wallet, but apparently there was also an actual young boy. IN HER WALLET!

You're welcome.

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It's funny, the juxtaposition between my writing/posting frequency and the busyness of my life. When the blog, my digital identity, is quiet is when I'm running the hardest. When there is new and creative content on a semi-regular schedule it is safe to assume that life is moving at a semi-regular pace.

Life has not been moving at a semi-regular pace lately. It has been full clip. This is not a complaint, every "today" has brought something new and exciting, which means there will be plenty of stories to tell "tomorrow", something for which I am grateful. In fact, to add to that, when The Low Lane is quiet you can bet that I'm somewhere passively collecting ideas and observations to turn into content.

We all need to have stories to tell. Lack of stories reflects a lack of anything, and a lack of anything reflects an idle existence. No one I've ever met has exhibited the desire to idle until death. So we must ask ourselves when facing any situation - "What stories will I tell?".

But enough of that.

I was at a Rays game on Sunday, lots of fun, and a LOT of observations that will eventually lead to stories. I may write them out one at a time, or I may throw them together if time is short, but for now I'm not doing either for the sake of not rushing. You don't want me to rush, right?