The World’s Most Dangerous Profession: Why Storytelling is the essential Feral Art – and Science

I always said storytelling is an *innate* ability like breathing, eating, and love making: toddlers *seek* it. Neanderthals did it on cave walls. Anyone who crows about how they are *gifted* in the storytelling department as opposed to the unwashed commoners ought to get a swift kick in the backside and be told to promptly get over themselves before being told that no one with a half a brain is actually buying *their* self-serving fairy tale.

Because what they are indulging in is not storytelling, but its evil clone storyselling.

Storytelling may be innate, but it is not simple because it requires you having faith in your most personal and private emotions to unleash them on the rest of the world to be seen by anyone and everyone.

You face danger. You face threats to your life, blacklisting, slander, and a whole slew of other very unpleasant consequences – if you do it right. Because what you are doing is showing the deepest parts of a person’s heart and soul to people who waste their entire lives trying to hide from those very things and then honestly wonder why their lives are perpetually falling apart.

But there are those who can face those inner angels and demons and see something in a story that moves them and they embrace that story – the problem is those readers may use your story as a map to how to deal with others and themselves. If your story has been emotionally dishonest, you have just unleashed evil and quietly ruined lives for fun and profit.

Storysellers are a rotten breed. It’s all about hogging the spotlight and manipulatively pandering to people by telling them the very dysfunctions that are slowly killing their futures is a great thing to cling on to at all costs.

There is no shortage of stories that destroy people before they ever have a chance to begin. Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Beauty and the Beast have done more to hold women back than every oppressive law ever created – combined.

Why?

Because if girls grew up with a different set of maps we call stories, those laws would have never seen the light of day in the first place. No woman would have been waiting for her Prince Charming to do her work for her and just bide her time waiting for such an altruistic catch to clean up the numerous toxic messes that happened because she was willingly asleep at the wheel and was completely oblivious to her dangerous environment. She would not be looking for a saviour – she would be the one who made her own part of the world on her own – no matter what those conniving haters said or did to discourage her from reaching her goal and making her visions of a better and sweeter tomorrow a reality.

She wouldn’t wait for a convenient time to start creating her world or think she was so gorgeous, that she never had to learn, change or grow. Even if her assessment of her looks wasn’t grossly exaggerated, even the beautiful people have to work, own up to their weaknesses and failings, and then *do* something about it. She wouldn’t think that making rude and catty remarks to her self-imagined detractors could be construed as doing something productive or actually prove she was *right* about being passive.

Stories are maps. Stories are the maps that can expand our view of life – or forever constrict it.

They are never “just” stories. They are not harmless little fables we tell to pass away the time.

They have the same purpose as eating, sleeping, and breathing: it is the way we intake what is absolutely essential to survive.

They are not a way to justify why you married someone you did not even like, but thought you could control. They are not a way to validate you settling for pittance with an unpaid internship thinking it was the conniving way to grab that paper crown and strut down the street with it as the economy tanks. It is not a way to vindicate yourself because you always choke when it is time to deliver by unleashing your essence on the world.

Pretty Little Liars told girls that being conniving and petty will make any bad situation go away. Twilight told young women it is cool to allow your mate to change your very essence as he sucked the life out of you. Fifty Shades continues the tradition of telling women you can marry a beast for money, but he’ll eventually change and suddenly gain respect for you.

All those books are manuals for free women to scheme their way into marital slavery and then pretend they are the ones in control.

Yeah, sure. Likely story, kids!

Not one of those books has women who start their own businesses, worry about their futures, legacies, or other people around them as they change laws, build new empires, systems, theories, inventions, or anything else of value. They don’t challenge the government or make demands for change. They never become experts, let alone matriarchs of tomorrow. They never become veterans or the best in their field. These women do nothing, discover nothing, or make *any* difference because they are nothing.

What those books do is hold a woman’s hand as she is then reassured that the status quo is just as perfect as she is and that she is never, ever wrong, and no, she doesn’t need to look at herself in the mirror, and heaven forbid, *change*.

Those books are to women what the Fox News Channel is to men: both are an oppressive method of stifling the human spirit by feeding a vile and preposterously childish narrative. They all provide false comfort on demand to destructive and bitterly miserable people who unendingly flounder.

And in this environment, there are still those brave souls who are storytellers.

They are the ones who step in and say what must be said: there is a better way.

But that better way won’t show itself to people who always look for a worse way to make their way through life.

That is the reason one of the most important of the noble professions is the storyteller.

Someone has to make those maps for those who are sick of pretending they know everything and are always right.

Storytellers aren’t perfect or all-knowing, but what they must always be is loving, truthful, honest, brave, observant, fair, and daring.

They must dare to challenge the bad in the world. They must be willing to embrace the good.

But most importantly of all, they must be willing to share their soul’s wisdom with the rest of the world, even if they face a wrath because they have the courage to speak from a truthful and loving heart.

I always said storytelling is an *innate* ability like breathing, eating, and love making: toddlers *seek* it. Neanderthals did it on cave walls. Anyone who crows about how they are *gifted* in the storytelling department as opposed to the unwashed commoners ought to get a swift kick in the backside and be told to promptly get over themselves before being told that no one with a half a brain is actually buying *their* self-serving fairy tale.

Because what they are indulging in is not storytelling, but its evil clone storyselling.

Storytelling may be innate, but it is not simple because it requires you having faith in your most personal and private emotions to unleash them on the rest of the world to be seen by anyone and everyone.

You face danger. You face threats to your life, blacklisting, slander, and a whole slew of other very unpleasant consequences – if you do it right. Because what you are doing is showing the deepest parts of a person’s heart and soul to people who waste their entire lives trying to hide from those very things and then honestly wonder why their lives are perpetually falling apart.

But there are those who can face those inner angels and demons and see something in a story that moves them and they embrace that story – the problem is those readers may use your story as a map to how to deal with others and themselves. If your story has been emotionally dishonest, you have just unleashed evil and quietly ruined lives for fun and profit.

Storysellers are a rotten breed. It’s all about hogging the spotlight and manipulatively pandering to people by telling them the very dysfunctions that are slowly killing their futures is a great thing to cling on to at all costs.

There is no shortage of stories that destroy people before they ever have a chance to begin. Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Beauty and the Beast have done more to hold women back than every oppressive law ever created – combined.

Why?

Because if girls grew up with a different set of maps we call stories, those laws would have never seen the light of day in the first place. No woman would have been waiting for her Prince Charming to do her work for her and just bide her time waiting for such an altruistic catch to clean up the numerous toxic messes that happened because she was willingly asleep at the wheel and was completely oblivious to her dangerous environment. She would not be looking for a saviour – she would be the one who made her own part of the world on her own – no matter what those conniving haters said or did to discourage her from reaching her goal and making her visions of a better and sweeter tomorrow a reality.

She wouldn’t wait for a convenient time to start creating her world or think she was so gorgeous, that she never had to learn, change or grow. Even if her assessment of her looks wasn’t grossly exaggerated, even the beautiful people have to work, own up to their weaknesses and failings, and then *do* something about it. She wouldn’t think that making rude and catty remarks to her self-imagined detractors could be construed as doing something productive or actually prove she was *right* about being passive.

Stories are maps. Stories are the maps that can expand our view of life – or forever constrict it.

They are never “just” stories. They are not harmless little fables we tell to pass away the time.

They have the same purpose as eating, sleeping, and breathing: it is the way we intake what is absolutely essential to survive.

They are not a way to justify why you married someone you did not even like, but thought you could control. They are not a way to validate you settling for pittance with an unpaid internship thinking it was the conniving way to grab that paper crown and strut down the street with it as the economy tanks. It is not a way to vindicate yourself because you always choke when it is time to deliver by unleashing your essence on the world.

Pretty Little Liars told girls that being conniving and petty will make any bad situation go away. Twilight told young women it is cool to allow your mate to change your very essence as he sucked the life out of you. Fifty Shades continues the tradition of telling women you can marry a beast for money, but he’ll eventually change and suddenly gain respect for you.

All those books are manuals for free women to scheme their way into marital slavery and then pretend they are the ones in control.

Yeah, sure. Likely story, kids!

Not one of those books has women who start their own businesses, worry about their futures, legacies, or other people around them as they change laws, build new empires, systems, theories, inventions, or anything else of value. They don’t challenge the government or make demands for change. They never become experts, let alone matriarchs of tomorrow. They never become veterans or the best in their field. These women do nothing, discover nothing, or make *any* difference because they are nothing.

What those books do is hold a woman’s hand as she is then reassured that the status quo is just as perfect as she is and that she is never, ever wrong, and no, she doesn’t need to look at herself in the mirror, and heaven forbid, *change*.

Those books are to women what the Fox News Channel is to men: both are an oppressive method of stifling the human spirit by feeding a vile and preposterously childish narrative. They all provide false comfort on demand to destructive and bitterly miserable people who unendingly flounder.

 

And in this environment, there are still those brave souls who are storytellers.

They are the ones who step in and say what must be said: there is a better way.

But that better way won’t show itself to people who always look for a worse way to make their way through life.

That is the reason one of the most important of the noble professions is the storyteller.

Someone has to make those maps for those who are sick of pretending they know everything and are always right.

Storytellers aren’t perfect or all-knowing, but what they must always be is loving, truthful, honest, brave, observant, fair, and daring.

They must dare to challenge the bad in the world. They must be willing to embrace the good.

But most importantly of all, they must be willing to share their soul’s wisdom with the rest of the world, even if they face a wrath because they have the courage to speak from a truthful and loving heart.