Tell me a story...

Well, I'll spare y'all the throat clearing and just get past the awkwardness of a first post.

My thoughts on life for today are as follows:

       I'm pretty sure everyone's life is book-worthy. I think we all have moments in our life where we're just amazed that Hollywood hasn't snatched it up, put Miley Cyrus in, and made a really cheesy, crappy movie. There's drama we thought didn't really exist, people so nice or so mean you can't believe they're real, and emotions you thought were WAY overplayed on the screen. In my own experience, I've had friends with relationship problems or moral dilemmas and such, and I never really believed that those feelings could be so raw and so real. I've always brushed it off, like, "wow, she's waaay overreacting," or "that's really not a big deal at all". But experiencing them yourself, you just want to scream "SHUT UP! MY FEELINGS ARE JUSTIFIED!" Anyhow, today I've been thinking about why more people don't write the story of their life. And the answer I think I've discovered is: you realize your story is worth telling as soon as its over. You realize your life has been leading up to a climax, only to acknowledge it as such during the falling action. And once its over, you don't know how to start at the beginning. There are so many stories to tell about just one life. So many high and low points. So much to say. You don't know how to tell the story without being totally biased about the ending, missing all the little details that are so crucial to the story, and being unable to express the tempest of emotions you felt at the time, because they're over now. Whenever I'm mad at someone, I very eloquently express my distaste for them, my feelings on the matter, and how I'm never going to speak to them again. But less than a week later, I'm back to my regular self and somewhat ashamed of previous rage. I discredit my feelings, blaming them on shock, or hormones, or anything other than saying I cared enough to be that mad. You can only hate someone if you used to really care about them.
So basically...
       That's why I decided to make this blog. Because I want to start writing my story before it gets really good. Who knows when I'll hit another climax, and how will I know what was really important? I won't until the whole thing's over and all I have to go on is my somewhat scrappy memory on how things used to be. So much has happened to me already and I don't want to miss anything else. :)