My name is Brad, a single, white, introverted, Canadian male, with three gifts that lead me to blog.
The first gift is I remind everyone else of someone they already know. Because of this I seem very approachable to strangers. Standing in some line, a person next to me will start sharing details of their life I am not sure is appropriate to be shared among complete strangers. On more then one occasion the individual would stop halfway through their story and realize that I wasn’t so and so. I’d smile and confirm that was true, I wasn’t. This person, unknown to me would laugh, then continue on with their story as if I was the person they had originally mistaken me for. These encounters often provoke memories of my own often leading to story ideas and themes.
The second gift is an extremely vivid imagination. This was great as a kid, when, with no video games, no internet, no DVD’s and only 2 channels on the TV, we would spend hours making up stories and playing make-believe. Unfortunately, as an adult, its not so easy finding anyone who still wants to play make-believe anymore. Everyone is so serious, so stressed, so sleepy. To just gather around a coffee table with a friend or two and let imaginations soar out loud, to realms of what could be, lands of what if, or places of why not, is such a rare thing now. Having to focus that imagination somewhere, I often funneled it into the stories I share.
Finally, I have the gift of time travel. (Not physically, not yet, but, I am working on it!) My memory is not photographic, but it is the type that allows me to remember past events with all my senses. It allows me revisit that event in the past. I hear the sounds around me, I smell the fragrances in the air, I feel the sensations on my skin, I see the colours and taste the flavours. I don’t just remember that moment, I experience it, I relive it, I am back in that moment once again. This allows me to share a level of detail in the stories I share.
I choose to blog because of these three gifts. It’s tiresome having these stories playing over and over in my mind for me alone. Sharing them online gives me the freedom to let them go, to get them out of my head and for a brief moment enjoy the quiet that is left in their wake. And as you read the stories I choose to tell it may give you a glimpse in understanding why I am sometimes seen standing quietly by myself, away from the crowd, watching the world around me with the merest hint of a smile on my face.