Remember Aesop? He's the old guy who had a story about everything. Quite a self-righteous fellow, if you ask me. Well, I was reminded of him today cos someone very close tried to tell me something using allegory. OK you're thinking fable, allegory, not the same thing...I know, but that's not the point. Stop digressing.
So this person used a story about some old school friend feeling some old feeling about some old incident that seemed terribly close to what's going on in my life, and I'm thinking hey wait a minute! Are you trying to tell me something? Apparently so, though the body in question wouldn't admit to it. So why the story, I muse. Would I not have been receptive if it had come more directly? Would I have become the problem-solving adult and tried to "fix" something that wasn't really broken? I'm not sure. But the important thing is that I understood what was being conveyed in the guise of an anecdote, and the story-teller was satisfied with my responses.
No prizes for guessing what kind of stories my protagonist grew up on.
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