Today during my writing workshop we overheard a brief snippit of a conversation that a woman was having on her cell on the street outside. She had said something along the lines of “But I need that money”. For the next fifteen or so minutes we proceded to fabricate her entire life story out of that one segment of her life. We decided that she and her husband are now in financial troubles because they just sent their only child off to college and are paying for it. This is revealing the true cracks in their marriage, that the only thing keeping them together is their son, but now he is out of the house and four years from being out of the picture. The husband works a dull office job and the wife is unemployed, thus rendering her dependent on her husband, finanically. She is perpetually trying to convince him to move to Canada, live in a less expensive neighborhood and lead a more modest lifestyle. However, her husband refuses to do so because he has lived in the city his entire life, with his entire family, and is terrified of such drastic change. The wife is contemplating moving to Canada and leaving her husband, yet she the legal system has always intimidated her, making divorce unfeasible and her frusteration grows everyday.
It really made me think about how for every single individual on the face of the planet, there is a story to be told. No one’s life is simple, or could be told in a single page. Everyone leads a layered life.