My like life reads like a book. In my story there is the main characters, Shmoe, Chonnie, and BeeBop. That is my immediate family. Then you add the characters who have wit, charm, and total and utter disregard for what they say around other people. (And they are my friends and family) . And then there is me, main character, narrator and audience.
Sometimes I cannot believe the things I am hearing, then other times, I will be listening to someone, daze out and miss what they were saying. (It's times like that, that I wish I could re-read what they were saying, and not look like an ass who doesn't pay attention!)
Other times I find myself, going back and re-reading the page over and over because i find i cannot retain any of the information that has been presented before me.
And when I want to go back to certain chapters, if I really look back, I find that certain pages and chapters have been written differently or completely omitted. Where the hell did they go?
Guess it means that they didn't matter as much as I thought they did at the time.
Makes you think what is actually gonna be worth "reading" when the time comes to look back. And what turns out to be the small stuff that wasted our time...
