I vs. You
I’ve been reading a lot of stories here, and enjoying every word. But something caught my attention. In each one, the author is addressing “you,” the reader. As in, if you want to be successful, then do xyz. I guess that works. Isn’t that why I clicked on that particular story in the first place? I’ve noticed that addressing “you” also demonstrates a genuine interest in other people. Doesn’t it? I must admit I’m still a bit foggy on that. I never did get much of a chance participate in a real reciprocal conversation.
So I glanced over my first two stories, and they’re definitely not written in this format. In the first one, I introduced myself. In the next, I showed off a cross-stitch picture I had just finished. In short, I talked about myself. I’ve heard that can be boring. It doesn’t adequately answer that age-old question, “What’s in it for me?”
But take a closer look. Am I really as self-centered as others have described me? Maybe. Then again, maybe not. As I introduced myself, did you feel even the tiniest bit of curiosity? Did you say to yourself, “Oh wow! She survived a sociopath, and lived to tell the tale! I wonder if that means I can rise above my challenges too.”
Since nobody’s life is perfect (so they say. The way I define perfect gives me doubts about that), that must mean you’ve got your own package of troubles too. They might even be bigger than mine. So, might my cross-stitch picture have shown you that it really is possible to enjoy your own talents on your own terms? Could you have read that you are a wonderful person who deserves the chance to succeed in any realm you choose?
I’m not too worried about my stories sounding like an egocentric journal. I’m really very proud of myself, accomplishing as much as I have in life. I heard a saying once that goes something like this: “One day your story will be someone else’s survival guide.” I’m not exactly comfortable with that idea but it seems to be the hand I’ve been dealt, so I might as well figure out how to play it.
I think for now I’ll keep writing in the first person, as if I’m scribbling in a diary, the kind I can lock and keep the key in my pillow case. I may even find it rewarding, and possibly a bit of fun. And I hope you can glean something valuable from it too.