Part of me wishes I didn’t have these opinions, or at least not with such strong convictions behind them. Very often someone will bring up a subject that I happen to have a strong opinion toward. When such an instance occurs, I’m left with two possibilities at my disposal; the results of either seeming to be dismal.
My first option would be to simply keep my mouth shut so that I may avoid any possible confrontation. Not only is this a very strenuous task, but whenever I go forth with this option I feel like I’m hiding my true self. As if I’m living the nonexistent life of whom they will accept with more ease. I suppose this is the best option for avoiding confrontation, but the worst option for upholding my dignity.… Read More
If you believe that an imaginary friend really does exist passed age 8, then I’m going to feel compelled to come to the conclusion that thinking logically isn’t necessarily your best trait. I just can’t understand for the life of me why 90f the population believes in one kind of God or another, because to me it’s just so obvious that there is none. To me it’s nothing more than a Santa Claus for adults; that most people believe this stuff only because of tradition, or because they want it to be true. Because when I actually talk to someone about this stuff, go over all of their reasons for believing, then the majority of the time they’ll admit that they’re belief isn’t based on reason or logic, but on emotion. And that’s fine with me, I don’t really think of that as a bad trait.… Read More
So lastnight after rehearsals, a bunch of us went out for a goodbye dinner because Jessica was going to go to India for ten days to do some musical thing I think. Well Ebony and I got there early, so we walked up and down Mill Ave. a bit. And as we walked across, there was this college student looking guy handing out pieces of paper. He handed one to Ebony and then one to me, and they appeared to be those joke million dollar bills they sell at the novelty store. So I thanked him and kept walking.
Right when we were a clear enough distance from them, Ebony started looking at the money saying, “Ok, where’s the God message?” That was the first time it hit me. . . I’ve just been proselytized to and didn’t even know it! Further examination of the bill shows that theres… Read More
So lastnight I went Lindy Hopping for 4 hours, well 1 hour of lessons and 3 hours of dancing, and now I can barely walk. I had 6 hours of sleep, and I woke up this morning knowing that I had to have a monologue completely memorized, when I haven’t even had the time yet to start. So I woke up at 10:30 and gave myself an hour to try to memorize a page long monologue. Left at 11:30am and arrived at 12pm to show Julie, my acting teacher, my monologue. I actually did really good considering how I only had an hour to memorize all of those lines. But of course I was very sketchy, calling for lines maybe 3 or 4 times throughout the monologue.
And now I have to leave at 3:00 for rehearsals for another play we’re doing. One side of me is liking the… Read More
