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?

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