Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Alice said it best...

"... I often give myself very good advice, but I very seldom fallow it"

You can always see things from outside the box it's all so clear, all the players are in their places, the heroine the hero, star crossed lovers and the poor comical relief. It all plays out so clear on the stages before us and we can predict and assume everything. It's all so clear all laid out before you like the screen play of a dream.
You can say what ever you want because well you already know the lines of the next act, you the director in the audience with no lights on you with all the notes in your hand, so of course you can see it all and tell the actors how to fix or continue with the play.

When the tables turn though, and you're the one on stage playing your part, the lights are in your eyes, you can barely see past the end of the stage. All consumed with the part, playing like you are the all important lead when really you are just the sap of a comic relief.

So ya I can also talk big game when I see someone and doing things and acting in ways that pry will wind up just burning them in the ass later. I'm in the audience, there is no real emotional investment on my part, maybe some entertainment value or residual empathy from having some partial attachment to a player character.

When it's finally your story being told and you can't ever really see anything coming your way till it's fully in your face. Then it's there you think you have a pulse on the script, you think you got a feeling for your roll, but of course there is always a twist, ahhh that fucking twist.

Needless to say, today I feel a bit heavy and that twist has come down the line, and now I'm going to have to improve my way through the next act to try and keep up. The script is out the door my lovelies. Oh what will happen next? Who knows?

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Diary

I have a diary that I keep. It's funny, the things I can write on a page with pen that will never see the light of day... There is so much churning in my brain. All the past starts re-playing like a old fashioned film reel in my head. Like all the old family movies that would play at Christmas, but instead of things I never knew it's all the things that I know all to well, all the things that make me question, think, reevaluate, and think some more.

I always want to try and live in the moment, enjoy the seconds that are just in front of me, but then the old voices of my parents and grandparents ring in my ears and they warn me of watching out for my future.

It is times like these that I wish I had an ear to bend. So many wonderful adoring friends that I would do anything for and would do anything for me, but at the same time, with moments like these I feel like talking would be more of burden than I would ever want to ask of any one, especially when I feel like what I have to say I already have my answer for if I just listen to my gut. I've mentioned them so many times before, my guts.
The always know best, even when I want to question them and press on.

It's one of those moments, you wish you could be the one talking instead of listening, because the voices in my my own head or just too fucking loud.