People are always telling me I have a serious problem telling a story concisely. I’m pretty sure they just don’t understand my logic behind this habit. They say it’s because I like to hear the sound of my own voice. Some think my loquacious habits stem from my “weird” and/or “mildly crazy” personality. A select few simply attribute it to my loving storytelling. At this point I’ve received so many theories on the subject that I’ll point out the correct solution for the benefit of the public. Final answer: all of the above.
Yes, my own words amuse me sometimes, and yes, my outgoing personality leads to excessive talking, and of course my adoration for writing and telling stories adds extra seconds to spoken tales. (Now here’s where the emphasized “BUT” arrives) I know my habit is a good one. I like to think of it as a controlled addiction. I can be brief if I want to be brief.
Let me prove it.
My name is Aly Owen, 17, and I go to Dallastown High School. I can officially start shouting “Seniors ’08!”. I (obviously) love to write and socialize. I could do either of these for hours about mostly anything, especially soccer. Stories surrounding my La Liga (that’s the soccer league in Spain) and the EPL (English Premier League) deserve nothing more than play-by-play accounts. In short, I also love soccer. And basketball. I would be happy watching or playing either. Listening to music fancies me as well. Rock. Pop. Reggae. Latin. French Pop. Anything good for dancing, because I love that, too. And finally, before I become too detailed with my interests, I must mention that I have a menagerie of animals at my house and I enjoy traveling immensely.
See? I can tell stories relatively concisely when necessary (there is definitely a time and place to limit words) and if I so desire. Here’s a little secret, though: when someone has such an eclectic collection of interests (and, believe me, that’s only the minimum) there are bound to be some interesting stories accompanying them. Now do you understand?