Once a long time ago someone told me that a person cannot be defined by their stories, yet they always seem to live by them. It took my years to truly understand what that meant. Sometimes I feel as though I am still figuring it out. But I wanted to create this thread to shine light on stories. Your stories. If you are comfortable please share your stories down below, and maybe along the way you we can figure out if you are defining yourself by them or living by them.
There was a thread like this a few years ago and it got some replies before it got buried, I'm using one hand to type this though so look for it yourself in the archive.
This reads out like I was jacking off, looking back now. No, I was eating lunch with my bare right hand, I typed that out with my left hand. Also found the old thread, it wasn't as identically named as this one though. So yeah, we can keep both.
