I Surrender

For as long as I have had conscious awareness, stories have obsessed me. It is simply my nature. For the last several years, however, I have battled my fannish tendencies ruthlessly, directing my mental energies instead to areas of science and health where I believed they could serve more productively.

Indeed, they did. I now know as much about health and disease as I know about the saga of the Skywalker family and the picayune details of the Potterverse. I will never regret this hard-won knowledge. Scientific understanding satisfies my intellect.

Yet my spirit is left yearning for a story. Without this, the world is chilly and dull. I am through battling against this aspect of my character. If it is frivolous and indulgent, so be it. Life without stories is no life worth having, and thus:

I surrender.