
I’ll write this and click the publish now button immediately right after my last statement. They just get buried in my draft folder and sometimes even in the deepest part of my totally forgotten memory bank.

But hundreds of times, I don’t get the chance to finish it. Whenever I want to tell a story but I don’t feel confident or happy about it, I just write. I don’t usually click the publish button unless I know that the story has been closed, the problem has been resolved and there’s already a lesson that I could share. However, this isn’t the story I want to tell. I don’t think I need to explain why and that’s my choice. I talk differently, or should I say professionally (well, I try 😊) when I’m in school or at work, and I am very casual (sometimes even loud 😊) when I’m outside with friends. But it depends on some factors: where I am and who I am with.

Well, to be honest, I don’t find myself so good at telling stories, but yes, I do love talking. My high school friends would always insist that I should tell the stories (again) that I have sent through (already) detailed text messages back in college in person just because they said it’s much better when they physically hear it from me.

I remember Victor, one of my classmates in college, who would always say during our Chemistry group studies in the library that I’m the best one when it comes to making our “commercial breaks” but he has to stop me all the time because I tell stories too much that he’s afraid we’ll run out of time to finish reviewing for the quiz the next day. Yesterday, my manager spoke about stories and to be honest, that was the only time I focused on someone for more than five minutes in the past few years, (yes, my short attention span decreased even further with age) listening to her every single word because like her, I too, love to tell and hear stories. Well, it’s not so hard, I can also do it, and yes, it feels good!”
