Matt Nathanson‘s album dropped,
and I am breaking #7.
I don’t like breaking rules I set for myself, so I will write one hundred plus Matt’s ten:
“Love, no one cares about the stories they’re not in.”
I furiously wonder: is this truth?
I’m afraid it might be.
I want all stories to matter to me: ones from Africa, from my sisters, from the kids I babysit, the introverts and extroverts.
But I’ve been to Africa.
I love my sisters, the kids I babysit.
I’m an introvert, extroverts fascinate me.
Maybe I’m in those stories by association.
What stories don’t matter to me?
Better: how do I make them matter?