A Quoter at Heart

I am a quoter.  Have always been and will, in all probability, always be.

 It doesn’t seem to matter what I happen to be reading, I will find passages that stick out so strongly I feel compelled to copy them down. Why do I do this? I’m not exactly sure – I don’t want to forget them but that’s not the whole of it.  It is as if they hold some key. Some deep meaning that I will need to be reminded of at a later point.  – - – Well, that sounds a bit confusing.  I suppose I have no precise idea why I am driven to copy them down.  Mind you this is always in my own scribbled hand – never typed. 

The result? My life has become inundated by tiny scraps of paper bearing interesting insights, philosophies, perspectives, and revelations of others. [No, no, a list would be too simple...] My life is so infiltrated in fact, by these jotted down glints on life itself, that they are rarely, if ever, revisited.  I have no distinguished place for them so they tend to travel with me – tucked into the bottom of my jean’s pocket, disintegrating in the depths of my purse, populating the pages of my organizer as I try to mark some relevant date or another.

All in all, they tend to stick around with me until their ink fades and becomes illegible, or they become indistinguishable from the various scraps of trash that also surround me - receipts and the like – that I eventually throw them out.