Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Yowzers!! Nine things. I don’t know what to say that I haven’t already told you. Okay, well here are some things that you might not know about me.
9. I can’t believe that it’s possible to get a crush on people when you are in a great relationship already. I kinda hate that this happens. It hurts a little to feel like you are betraying the one you love the most AND to know that nothing will ever become of your crush. But it’s uncontrollable. Like the song says: “It’s just, a little crush…”
8. I once read a poem that actually made me cry while I was eating lunch. I didn’t even realized how much I was moved until I had turned the page and finally exhaled. Luckily, there was no one in the break room at the time.
7. As much as I love theatre and would love to live in it’s world, I am too afraid to truly try.
6. I wish I was a superhero. Complete with super powers/abilities to make the world better. Better in as many ways as possible.
5. I worry that I have some sort of disease or illness, all the time. I think that’s one of the things that keeps my heart racing at night and prevents me from sleeping.
4. I do regret not moving to New York. I don’t care if I didn’t work in theatre. There’s something about that city that makes me feel like I belong there.
3. In an effort to be “normal,” I had 3 “girlfriends.” Hahaha, I couldn’t even type that with a “straight” face. I have always known that I was “different” or “emotional.” At least that’s what my aunts had called me as a child. Nothing EVER happened with the girls, and it never lasted longer than a week.
2. I would love to be a pop/rock star. I think it would be fun even with all the crazy traveling and only making money from touring.
1. I get angry that women always commandeer men’s stuff and it’s okay with society. For example, boy-cut underwear. Yet there is nothing that’s acceptable for men without society or religious freaks flipping out, or “normal” people acting like a$$holes about it.
Back in 1997, I was a chorus boy in “Hello Dolly!”
Why aren’t you smiling and showing your pearly whites? Why aren’t you bearing your teeth in the always expected happy face that people give to pictures? Did you have to ruin this picture by leaving Mark to carry the load of happiness alone because you were caught off guard? You couldn’t even fake a smile for your friend taking the picture? Sorry Emily. I think it was a bad day. I couldn’t get my tie on properly.