It got me thinking…why do we tell our stories over and over? What are we seeking when we tell the stories? Do humans connect better around our troubled stories than our happy stories? Are we afraid to be happy as it may go away? I spoke to someone, and she thought we tell our stories because there is a void when we connect with others and we use our stories to connect. For me, I believe it is about belonging to a tribe, connecting with others, sympathy, empathy, and recognition.
