I recently found out an aquantaince I know from college is taking acting classes. I was thrilled and beyond excitement to see of their skill. I adore the arts far more than people could understand so when I found out there was another mingling in the same field I was sparked with curiousity. Although I highly doubt they would allow me to view a performance. I admit most individuals would find my behavior to be erractic because I am quite well aware of what the assumption is between us before other people's eyes. However I have never had "an issue" with them so to say, but I am not going out of my way to change the callow minds of men. They are what I would call plain, and to be more specific plain like a piece of paper. They add their colors easily and remove them as well. Of course naturally there are a few holes or maybe one or two crunched ends but neither the less a piece of paper. They study others and I watch them become another person, the complete transformation of mockery in a sense. To become an actress is something I would only consider a field for them, so good luck to them.
Now for my real blog.
A kismet comet...it is what I am waiting for call it counterproductive but it is all true. The art of becoming what I am in the middle of sacrificing myself for is growing at a excessive rate. Spinning...just spinning like most butterflies do.
I have applied for more work and I am eager for more work. There is something more secure about this year so maybe all those blessings from Japan are now kicking in for my time. But even then **smirk** I know it still will never be a staircase made of glass.
**looks at dog** What the hell is he doing? **blogged out**
Night
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