“Flavored paste with a hint of addictiveness, yet no followthrough.”
Category: Acting
Theatrical Interludes
The second time I attempted to join a community college acting class recently, my whole being reacted again to reject the environment I was experiencing as a prospective venue for my personal growth and expansion.
The message pounding in my fight-or-flight response to unregulated youths’ allowed overstim of my senses was, “Get me the heck out of here! I am a writer!”
It’s interesting that I did not get this same panic-pinging from the community adult theater teacher’s class – perhaps because she cultivated an adult creative atmosphere which included space and time for my finding my own way to adapt myself to it.
Acting Class
When I have previewed college acting classes, what seems encouraged is “going to extremes.”
That’s not what I am looking for on the road to self-expressing.
Acting
How does one know that how they are performing is “good?”
“Putting Things To Rights”
Are we seriously just trying to stick with the “safety” of “status quo?”
“Status quo” is now a corrupted code being decommissioned and erased behind the scenes while the front of its mask hides what is happening.
Don’t just keep standing around and pandering!
Do something meaningful that positively impacts the world so that when that facade dissolves, we’ll still have worthy values to hold onto!
(Title play with words)
Castles In The Sky
We all build them…
And then cry as they are sacked and pillaged –
And gravity sucks them back down to earth to crash in a fiery, explosive ball of imploding fury.
“The Devil In The Details”
“Just stick to the script. It will be a good one…” he attempted to pursuade her.
“Yes, but – I am not here to play this part. I need to promote something more forward-thinking.”
(Title play with words)
Emulation
Projecting what it might be like, and then shifting behavior’s course to experience congruency.
The Character’s Draw
Enthusiastic
Furious
Determined
I did not realize until now that the way I express as characterization does not need to match others’ versions.
I thought I was on my way to “becoming normal” like extroverts praised by society.
But the accident smacked me back deeper into myself so that when expressing externally, I must be even more of my authentic nature.
I just can’t afford the excess energetic movement expenditures required by “faking it.”
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