“You’re a different person when you’re at work, at home, out with your friends. Over the course of your life, your sense of self and where you belong in the world changes. In my case, it was fairly radical. I started out in a fairly poor working-class home, my dad was a construction worker. Now I’m living in a nice suburban community, and I’m a college professor. Identity is a creation that we’re all engaged in. We’re all novelists, putting together the stories of our own lives.”
Well. Can I get a plot twist over here? I can’t even seem to buy a vowel. My story is just plotting along like it’s being written by Franz Kafka, on a bad night of booze and barbiturates, with Charles Dickens and Hunter S. Thompson. Can I get Franz to pass the project off to Garrison Keillor?
I’m joking. He says we write our own stories, doesn’t he? Hmm. Turns out I might need another writing class after all.