Okay so maybe you are not aware of this because I make an effort to tell stories well in my blogs, but sometimes (*cough* often *cough*) I can be a really bad storyteller. It’s pathetic, really. It actually annoys a lot of my friends, as well as myself. If something amusing happens in my life and I want to tell someone, I really just can’t. It’s as simple as that, I swear.

Today I tried to tell Jimmy two “stories” about things that happened to me at school today, and man were they terrible. I can only remember one of them now, but here it is.

After the end of my last class I went to my locker to sort out what I needed to bring home and everything. When I finished that I was walking back along that hallway on my way to the front of the school to drop off my things, and I had to walk past this small group of a few people who were taking up about half the width of the rather narrow hallway. Okay, so I had to walk between that group and the wall… whatever. Well then I saw these two guys, Allen and Jordan, walking down the hall in the opposite direction. We were going to have to pass the group of people at the same time, and it was one of those moments where I could just tell that something not so fun was going to happen. Don’t you hate that? When you know something is going to happen but for some reason all you can do is continue to walk toward it.

Anyway, I squished as close the to the wall as possible, but Allen still managed to walk into me. He kept walking past me because I guess he didn’t realize, but I was pretty annoyed. The tote bag I use for my school books fell down off my shoulder and onto the floor, causing the plastic shopping bag full of books for English class that I was carrying to also fall out of my hand and spill its contents onto the floor. I whispered “fuck” under my breath in my annoyance, and then finally Allen realized, felt bad, and helped me pick up my books. It was a rather awkward situation for me, but also pretty amusing.

Huh… well I meant to share that as an example of how crappy a storyteller I am, but instead I think I ended up telling that rather well. Fail (ironic, considering it shouldn’t be a fail moment to tell a story well ). Maybe it’s just hard for me to verbally relate a story in an interesting way because I can’t sit there and think about the proper wording. I’m not sure.

This is approximately what the story sounded like when I told it to Jimmy on the phone:

“OH STORY. So after going to my locker and getting my stuff, I was walking back along that hallway… you know the one where our lockers are that runs behind the library… and Allen walked into me. He made my stuff fall but then he felt bad and helped me pick it up. It was rather amusing. Shit that was a bad story.”

I try; I really do!