Though it does crop up from time to time (see, e.g., my previous post*), the fact that I lost the twins, while tragic and all of that, doesn't seem especially, you know, important.
It's one of those things that doesn't actually mean anything, a misplaced modifier without any real connection to the text it's supposed to illuminate. It happened. It's too bad it happened. I'm sorry it happened. And that's about all I can say.
However, very much on the other hand, the fact that, many, many years ago, a boyfriend who I never thought was particularly clever or kind ditched me for a girl who, in retrospect, I didn't have much in common with -- that fact is the wormhole, the dark star, the quenchless Charybdis, the endless snake endlessly swallowing the sun.
What event colors the way you see the world? And why?
*And many thanks for the gift ideas. I'll probably send some kind of edible thing for the family and then maybe something else for the girls. Still mulling it over.