It would be difficult for me to write a memoir. Probably. I think I've had some pretty interesting stuff happen to me, but I've convinced myself that 0/10 people would think the things that have happened to me are as interesting as I believe them to be. I suppose I could write from memory and just say what happened at a particular time and hope for the best? There's other things I would much rather be writing about.
If I absolutely had to write a memoir, I don't think I would be able to write my current life story cover-to-cover. There would be some pretty dark things in there about abuse, depression, and sexual assault - not to mention the dumb choices in my teenage years - that I am just not ready for the world to know yet. I'm still sorting these things out. And until I have all my poops in a scoop, these memories and events will be locked inside.
So I'll have to write in selective chunks.
I've thought about writing a book about the things that have been spoken to me - which would be a collection of things that have been spoken to me by other people that I find amusing. But that wouldn't be my memoir.
Here's a short list of things I could write about in my memoir
- The time I went urban exploring for the first time: With a small group of my pals, I got into the abandoned Northville Asylum. It was one of the scariest things I've ever done in my life, but I learned a lot about urban exploring that night.
- Starting my relationship with my first girlfriend: The beginning of my journey to discover my sexuality! Woohoo!
- Catching crayfish in the creek and the Weird Woods: I used to hang out a lot with my friends at a creek between my house and the elementary school I attended. I swear those woods were haunted. I miss those days.
- Getting my hair cut short for the very first time: I wanted my hair to look like a rockstar I idolized at the time, but keeping it short turned out to be a nightmare. That was probably the last time I took risks with haircuts.
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