{"id":15696,"date":"2007-05-08T15:40:00","date_gmt":"2007-05-08T19:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/hameblog\/2007\/05\/08\/untrue-stories\/"},"modified":"2025-09-12T07:49:45","modified_gmt":"2025-09-12T10:49:45","slug":"untrue-stories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/2007\/05\/08\/untrue-stories\/","title":{"rendered":"Untrue stories"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’m coming face to face with stories in my life — things I’ve been repeating about myself and the world — that I’m discovering aren’t true.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

Some of them are mild shifts, like discovering that, despite the fact that I’ve been saying for years “I hate to cook and have no confidence in the kitchen”<\/strong>, I actually can<\/em> cook. Recently, I’ve had a number of occasions on which I realised I’d just cooked something good<\/em>. I really enjoyed what I’d made, and so said several other people, like my parents and Patrick<\/a>. (And my parents were still relating to me through the filter of “he eats pasta every day”, which used to be true about ten years ago.)<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

Then today, Chris<\/a> invited me to the theatre. My first instinct about theatre is “Don’t go. It will be disappointing and make me angry.” This was my experience of it for a long time: people overacted in completely soulless, disconnected ways, the staging was bad, the play was obvious, and so on. I trained and worked for years as an actor, and had very high standards for myself and what I thought it meant to do justice to the possibilities of theatre — rules which I’d seen violated too many times.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

But when Chris asked today, I thought, “What the hell” and said yes. He provided me with a totally different experience<\/a>. The play was incredibly clever, and each of the four actors was wonderfully subtle as well as fully able to make their character’s emotional journey in a believable way. And we were even sitting close enough for me to get splattered with stage blood! (Okay, just a drop.) So the story “I don’t like theatre”<\/strong>? Not true.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

Then there are other, more deeply-rooted stories, and with the help of friends and other important people, I’m learning that they’re also total rubbish that brings me no good.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

So, as I finalise the outline of my novel, I see that it’s time to take responsibility for the authorship of my life, too, and be more careful with the stories I tell myself about the way things are. Some of the old ones are closed-minded, angry, and not very interesting.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

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