I’ve told this tale before, the goal of the story at the time of its first story was to convince people it was about some other narcissist. I find it hard to tell a personal narrative, personally I believe that narrative and author should be separated.However that’s impossible, which is why artist put a vail over the non-existent face.That brings up another issue, light.Despite humans having many insecurities it is often hard for us to paint ourselves in a negative light in front of others.This brings me back to my first statement, no matter how hard I try this story honestly it will always be about “Carson O’Brien” not me. Why am I telling you this? Good question, well to be honest I’m stalling. I’m painting myself as a inspirational wise beyond his years light, that's not me. Let us attempt to be human for six or more paragraphs.
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This wasn’t a personal narrative it was “Carson O’Brien’s” narrative, or at least a snapshot of him. I will never be able to be that me again, I will only be able to write excerpts of him. Yes this person influenced me, and I relate to him in many ways. However that’s not who I am. Then again does anyone ever really know themselves completely. Sure we know parts of ourselves very well, but those parts change. You grow for better or maybe even for worse. I will never know what all these parts add up to, I will never be able to go back and remember all the things that made me who I was at that time. It will be my Arie from camp. It has elements of reality, but something will be forgotten or tampered with. Honestly I don’t have a problem with that. Every once in awhile you must revisit that snapshot to remember what you learned, even if the snapshot is of a different person. I dedicate this to Brad, and