June 26, 200520 yr comment_2665292 I don't even know. I think that's part of my problem. When I was growing up, I never had an answer to the question. I didn't want to be a fireman or a policeman or an astronaut. I didn't want to be a doctor, a lawyer or a weatherman. I usually just shrugged off the question with something like "dunno." Nowadays, I still feel the same way. I didn't go to college. There was no way that I could afford it and I didn't know what courses to take. I didn't want to be a senior with an undecided major. I like to write, type rather but it has to be about something that I care about. So, that means either wrestling or Magic cards. That doesn't leave a whole lot of options. If we're talking about "dreams" why does it have to be a dream job? Why can't I just be rich and not have to work? I'm not real good at dealing with customers. I'm even worse dealing with "higher ups."
June 27, 200520 yr comment_2668124 Manager of the Philadelphia Phillies You really want that job? Ask Terry Francona how much fun it is. Although, I suppose he had a lot of fun this weekend in Philly...
June 27, 200520 yr comment_2668176 I definitely know I wouldn't be a good actor, but I'd love be a writer for movies.I've been toying around with this for some time. A buddy and I are pitching ideas back and forth to see what would stick. I never really thought about it until this year when I decided to write a monologue and directed one of the best actresses in the class/school on how I wanted the monologue performed for our 'end of year assessment' for Theater Arts.
June 27, 200520 yr comment_2670370 The performance was pretty darn good even if my actress didn't remember all of the lines of the monologue exactly. For our criticism, the performer got great reviews and one person even said that that performance was the best performance (for the actress) for the entire year. People thought that my piece was deep and very thought-provoking yet beautiful at the same time. It was a pretty cool experience.
June 27, 200520 yr comment_2670432 Excellent, perhaps you should continue it has a hobby. May I ask what the piece was about?
June 27, 200520 yr comment_2672327 I'll just post it... this isn't the edited version, however: Rambling Rhetoric Angst "Crack. Fizz... it's gone. What once was and ultimately could have been has diminished into pale existence. The world continues to spin on its axis of rotation and people go about their mundane lives yet one cannot seem to imagine why we are here... religion? Philosophy? No one really knows... we just hold on to a piece of hope... an answer that keeps us warm when we curl up to go to sleep at night. There has to be a reason for all this pain we endure... most of the time we claim "everything happens for a reason", but what is that reason? Do we use this cliche expression to merely appease our feelings? To help us bypass all the hurt, disappointment, and pain the world dishes out? This is a mere expression of rhetoric... nothing more, nothing less. All of this will fall on deaf ears, missing the exact audience to which it's directed. People can change over a course of years, months, or even days... but do our hearts ever truly change? Do our passion and feelings simply disappear into dull nothingness? Our hearts beat, thump thump thump, they give us the pulse of life -- our hearts circulate the blood through our vessels and veins, but yet how can something that helps us live through this life be the thing that hurts us the most when it's broken? Broken promises, lost friends and family, forgotten and distant memories... our hearts are heavy and seem to carry an immutable amount of weight. How can something the size of a fist not only contain the precious blood of life, but hold our pain and disappointment as well? Do we underrate our beating hearts? I mean, what else would burden our neverending changing feelings? What else would even come close from helping us bottle up and store all that we feel? Is this the cause of heart attacks? Do our hearts just give out and finally relinquish all of our hidden feelings throughout our bodies that leaves us helpless? How is Bayer or Advil suppose to wash away this pain? Is this why most heart attack victims happen to be the elderly? Has all their pain and feelings taken such a toll on their body that it simply cannot function anymore? If this is the case, they why haven't we experience a "heart attack" yet? Does this mean that our tolerance of pain and disappointment has only begun to kick in? Could this pain and anguish possibly mold us for the better? Do we truly become better people because of our experiences and mishaps? Or do they just become scars that stain our hearts that happen to remind us of the dreaded past? A past we try so hard to forget... "don't look in the past" is what they tell us... that we should look towards the future. but, if our futures are anything like the past, is it really something that we should be looking forward to? Why should we expect things to change and improve? All of this mentioned will quickly be forgotten. Claps will proceed and so will evaluation, but the meaning of feeling and expression will be lost. But, that's okay.. this was just a piece mind. Nothing more, nothing less. All this was simply just an expression of... rambling rhetoric angst."
June 28, 200520 yr comment_2683575 I must say I was not expecting all that. The speaker went of on a tangent about random things, got all introspective and confusing and then brought back to normalcy to the title. Which purposely counteracts the piece. Is that right? Is that what you were going for?
June 28, 200520 yr comment_2686719 In a way it was. In essence, just like the title... it was rambling angst. I wrote it when I was going through some stuff this year (Steve aka Man in Blak knows why) and with some recent events it's becoming even more true. I don't know if I'll write anymore, though... still a decision I have to make. The performance was quite excellent, however, even if my performer didn't exactly have every line down.
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