Some stories just won't leave you alone until you set them free. They eat away at your head until you give in and retell the tale to some other hapless soul, transferring the curse on to them. Suppose for instance you heard about a someone assaulting their sibling with a cheese product, back in the day? How long could you sit on that story? How long before you just had to tell someone, to get it out of your head?

I've had my own story, that i've been telling myself for months. it's been patiently rolling around in my head, waiting to be told. But i don't feel it's something i should tell just yet. I'm not so sure on the subtle nuances, and inner meaning, so i keep rolling it around. I needed to get it out, but didn't want to put it off on someone else, nor did i really feel comfortable with that reality. Telling it also takes it out of that surreal memory land, and out into the world to be examined.

So although i don't like the tease of private entries, the last time is that story that's just not ready to be told, and may never be. Another time and place i guess.

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