I love the NPR show, The Moth. People share true stories from their lives in front of an audience. For the past two years, I have been trying to emulate this show in my living room by hosting small groups of friends who share their stories. Stories are one of my favorite things, and these parties are something I cherish. I am so grateful for the friends I have made (and the ones I’ve gotten to know better) and the stories they’ve shared.
My most recent “party” happened at the end of December. There were nineteen of us total including, for the first time, my parents. I was anxious about the event — inviting my parents into my friend circle caused my sister to say, “What were you thinking??!!” I was also anxious about the story I planned to tell. While I usually aim to make my friends laugh, the story I felt compelled to share is not a particularly funny one.
It is a story about closing up, closing off, keeping secrets. In order to continue my process of being a more open, honest person who shares what is going on in her life, I am posting my story here, too. Well that, that, and narcism. Cheers to over-sharing and watching myself do it!