I love narrative cohesion.
- like when I took myself out to Little Shop of Horrors one night and the guy in the burlesque troupe who’d been (very lightly) hitting on me happened to be there too. He was on a date with the woman who would someday be his wife. They were seated right next to me with him between me and FutureWife, and he says at one point, “Hm. I just…don’t know what I want to do.” In reference I think to…us. Right then I realized that I was in a walk-on role in his life’s narrative. I love moments like that - when it’s so clear!
Because it’s usually a lot messier than that.
Reading: I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jeannette McCurdy
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