Tell us your most rewarding experience since being published. And even the most plugged-in person needs an escape into a different world sometimes. They can help us make sense of our own emotions and circumstances. Without simplifying a complex problem, they can make it more understandable.
Stories of all kinds help us understand the worldviews and feelings of people who aren’t like us in a visceral way.
Why is storytelling so important for all of us? And now I know why the prospect of being ordinary scared me so much: not because it’s unpleasant, but because it’s so easy. Of course, underlying that tenet is the expectation that eventually you succeed, or else fade into obscurity, which has always been my biggest fear. It’s the same with technology: failure is a step on the path to innovation. You have to give yourself permission to stumble on the way to figuring things out, because that’s the only way to push boundaries. In art school, we learned that failure is not an end but a beginning.To see past our own desires to the people they actually are and love them anyway. The people we love, it’s hard to see them as more than constructs of our own longings.A better wife would stalk her husband, looking for opportunities to please in return. I appreciate it, but his diligence makes me feel a sneaking guilt. A curio I admire at an art fair will show up under the Christmas tree, or I’ll mention my car has a blown taillight and the next day it’ll be fixed. He’s always been good at anticipating my wishes.He knows something about what happened last night. But the thought rises from the dark bottom of my brain, cold and quiet and utterly certain. There’s nothing in his behavior I can put my finger on, and God knows I’ve been extra-paranoid this weekend.But even with my entire history laid out in front of me, I’m unable to feel that it’s mine. What I’m searching for is some emotional connection to the life I find myself living.Men always want to make an emotional decision seem rational.
Even as a grown-ass woman, I maintain the instinctive, ironclad belief that nothing too awful can happen to me with my father around.Success is more of a magnet than sentiment.He was one of those people who are always trying to prove how little they care about things, and I, dazzled by good hair and carefully cultivated body funk, took way too long to pick up on it. It wasn’t as if it was an accomplishment. So you’d made it through another year-big deal. A while back I dated a guy who liked to say he didn’t know why people even celebrated birthdays.I arrive at the gallery and the crowd swallows me, a forest of elbows and shoulders and plastic cups of cheap wine.
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