We are familiar with the phrase, “To make a long story short.”

It means removing the unnecessary detail and getting to the point, but increasingly, there is another version appearing, “To make a short story long.”

At first, it sounds like a joke. Perhaps it is ironic, sarcastic, or simply a playful reversal of a familiar expression but there is something more interesting happening.

Sometimes, we deliberately take an insignificant event and expand it into an elaborate story.

A minor inconvenience becomes an adventure. A simple conversation becomes a saga. A five-minute experience somehow requires twenty minutes to explain.

And the irony is that the more insignificant the original event, the more entertaining the exaggeration can become.

Perhaps this is why the phrase works.

We are not necessarily trying to deceive anyone. We are amplifying the insignificant for comedic effect. We take something ordinary and give it the narrative importance it never actually had.

In a strange way, “to make a short story long” is a reminder that storytelling is not always about the importance of what happened.

Sometimes, it is about what we can make of what happened because perhaps the shortest stories can become the longest when we realise that the event itself was never particularly interesting, the storyteller is what makes it interesting.

Thought-provoking reflections on life, identity and relationships, written in the style of a modern-day Socratic journal and told through poetic paradoxes and emotional honesty.

by Paul Strydom.

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