Today I got a surprise. A little button it said: I Make Stuff Up. I was snuck up on and pinned. It has been an ongoing joke that I have an entertaining remembrance of the past. I can accept that I do find “real life” trite. I mean really, life starts and ends the same way – eat, sleep, poop. There, it is done. With one exception, the long section in the middle where it goes like this: Sleep, Eat, Do something you hate for 8 hours, poop.
King Arthur, Frodo, John Wayne, George Washington, your mom et al are just made up. Even the people you know are fictional. I know that sounds weird, but your perception and “the story” people around you remember are not the same. Life is more fun with heroes and villains. Epic battles in real life are far subtler than in the stories that you read.
Telling a story often rests on a simple premise, who disagrees with my view of the world. There are people who were there and saw it differently, there are people who dislike theatricality and there are people that are just jerks – those are the people who disagree with me. My goal in telling a story is to add entertainment and humor; I don’t make things up. I make things more vibrant or more tailored to the crowd. It is important when you tell a real story that you stick to the spirit of the story. If you see a clown on a Vespa it is okay to say you saw a bunch of mimes on mopeds – it just paints a better picture.
When you make stuff up you get full reign. You can say that Snoopy is a girl or that the in order to be Pope you have to sit on a special chair where they check for your testicles, because of Pope Joan. Anyway, I love a good story. If you know any you should share them.
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Ok - here’s a story for you. One day I met this cute boy who told me snoopy is a girl. A girl you say? You’re crazy. I know this is not true, but why would someone be soo persistent about this unless his deranged little brain actually believed it to be true? I just met this guy… he wouldn’t lie to me, would he? Weeks later I bring it up “see I told you snoopy was a boy!” He laughs at me. And yes, he makes stuff up.
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