In therapy, we talk a lot about the stories we like to tell. I encourage people to tell the positive stories about themselves, since we tend to remember and focus on the negative.
Do you see stories we like to tell in my images for today?
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Apparently, the Daily Bitch isn’t interested in listening to the stories we like to tell.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “the stories we like to tell.”
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Colleen Georges likes to tell stories similar to those I like to tell.
Thanks to all those who are here for the stories we like to tell, including YOU!
A Dead show with a friend and my son. I didn’t realize until a bit after the lights went down that I had left my purse under my seat. It had everything we needed: car keys, money, pot, tickets for the next day – everything. I was crying, when my son started asking all the folks busy cleaning up the aisles. One finally said, talk to the guy in the white suit, pointing at the stage. We did. What did it look like? the guy asked. “Uh, reddish, leatherish, …” I stammered. “Maroon suede, Ma,” said my son. Just a minute, the guy says and disappears, reappearing a few minutes later with my purse. Everything in it. Even the pot. “I knew Jerry (Garcia) wouldn’t let this happen,” says my son. It was a great weekend.
A story I like to tell at this time of year is one my grandfather told me. He and a friend were walking home from a dance late one night and they passed a cemetery. They saw a strange glow over one of the graves. The friend took off running. My grandfather, who knew phosphorous from graves can sometimes create an eerie glow, fell down laughing.
i love to tell most any story
The “missing poster” ad campaign bothers me. A missing person is serious, and they’re making light of it?! The tiny disclaimer at the bottom doesn’t fix it. (I’m sitting here having an outsized reaction to an activity and place that I’ve never been to and don’t plan to.)