Myth #1: Surely, you would have dressed up for Halloween because you're an ACTOR!
TRUTH: Since actors spend much of their time in costumes, wigs, and make-up, it is completely unnecessary to do so at the office of 'the day job'. If there were a party to go to, that is one thing. Entertaining co-workers, however, is just not high on the 'to-do' list when I haven't seen the surface of my desk in two weeks.
Myth #2: I am certain you will come up an adorable skit for the presentation because you're an ACTOR!
TRUTH: Acting does not magically grant you writing skills, nor does it give you the constant urge to pretend you are working in a theater when you are, in realty, at an AC distributor. If you want an 'adorable skit', ask the girl with the precious moments calendar to do it.
Myth #3: You must love public speaking, since it puts you in the center of attention, because you're an ACTOR!
TRUTH: I'm not even going to get into this one. Just know it's wrong.
What it come down to is this: When I am on a stage, I act. I love it. It's what I want to do full time. However, I do not feel the need to 'be on' every minute of the day. I do not need to be adored, stared at, or praised constantly by the masses. And I am not alone in this. Actors are not exotic vessels for a specific personality type. Most I know do not crave attention off stage, 'drama' (whatever that is), or exhorbanent wealth or fame. I know a few who would like groupies, but I know computer geeks with similar fantasies. Actors are just people. Spread the word.
Monday, October 30, 2006
This is conventional wisdom at play openings and other events where theater and non-theater people mingle. First, the actors not involved in the production get to swarm the buffet. By the time they are done, the actors that were on stage have shed their stage personae and are ready to feast on the still ample vittles. Only when ALL actors have piled their plates with cheese, fruit, and on certain charmed nights, a magnificent guacamole, and are noisily slurping the free wine, then those who have come out to spend their money, time, and love on the theater may partake of the meal. No nature program could compare to a bunch of actors around a chafing dish
Monday, October 23, 2006
This one is inspired by a hunt for a Christmas present...
Naughty stories, they're for me,
Even when literary.
A playful romp, a wild taboo,
A lot of things I'd never do
Except when played out in my head
And you there with me in my bed.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Today, I had to contact somebody I really did not want to contact. I was going along blithely in my day-to-day, then an incident occurred a few days ago that made it necessary to get in touch with this person. This morning, it all seemed a lot easier and I think I managed to keep communication to a minimum, but last night I was in the throes of anxiety. I can't imagine he would want to be in contact with me, either. He knows I know what he is. Eventually, our paths would have crossed again (this town is too small), and really, like I said, this morning it was no big deal. However, I also know that there will probably be a time where our interaction will not be limited to an email. If I felt this ill over having to do such a small thing, how am I going to feel in more 'involved' situations? I know he wouldn't ever physically hurt me, but there are some very disturbing aspects to him. It's not fear of him, but a hatred of what's inside him. I've never had such a powerful, involuntary hatred before. It is so unlike me to let the mere thought of somebody shake me up. I am a light and loving person, damn it!
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
I'm a bit restless. Though that is a constant feeling for me, I am not accustomed to not having a new 'thing' about which to be passionate. The new hobbies and interests I've developed over the past few months have settled into regular parts of my life, if somewhat neglected parts at times. I have no burning romance or crush on the horizon. I have a very full schedule, and active spiritual life (even if I haven't been to church recently), and a really incredible couple of friends. It's all great. But I'm missing obsessing (in a positive way) over something. I mean, we all need that little thing, temporary though it may be, to rev us up. Most look to a romantic conquest, but that's not the only path. Think of the artists and writers, chemists and archaeologists that lose days of sleep over their work. Maybe all I'm lacking is inspiration. If I find that inspiration, perhaps the obsession will come.
By the way, I love this picture for the fragrance. Most see an obsession as a dark, furtive thing, but here are all these bold, exposed people out in the light, not hiding or ashamed. I like that.
Monday, October 09, 2006
I thought I was completely nuts, but in a romantic, quietly glamorous way. I was attracted to nutsy people because I saw them as romantic and quietly glamorous. But now I see that the people I thought were good-nuts are actually bad-nuts. I mean bad in a dark, secret, creepy way. I don't want any more people like that in my life. It breeds thoughts I don't want to have and makes me regret being an open, loving person. I am afraid that if I meet any more bad-nuts people, it will make me bad-nuts. I don't want to be dark, secret, or creepy. And I don't want to be afraid to keep my heart open to new friends and lovers. Unfortunately, retreat from the world (something of an induced emotional coma until I heal) is not an option for me at this time, so I can only hope I can hack through the 'disappointments' (mild understatement) and still come out good-nuts on the other side.