I don’t wonder. I know. I am a story hoarder.
I keep stories that go back to my childhood that I haven’t told to anyone in 40 years. My father’s and grandmother’s stories are in a safe place; I’m not exactly sure where, but I will never throw them away. If I hear a good story, the first thing I do is make a note on a scrap of paper and tuck it into my purse. If someone asks me any kind of question about anything at all, I will more than likely answer by telling a story.
I don’t think intervention is necessary, but these things are hard to judge for oneself.
Perhaps I should have someone observe me…