Sunday, January 9, 2011

I'm backstage currently for this SISTERS ROSENSWIEG show and writing this on Carley's iPad. It's quite weird, but something I could probably get used to fairly easily I had one of my own. I fact, I'm pretty used to it already. Spending the day at the theatre completely is always what I need when I realize that I have to go to school the next day. We started back at school again last week, but tomorrow I have to actually start classes again. We're done doing all that health and wellness / career day / birdwatching bullshit. That means math, and although I know you're dying to hear about how excited I am for that, I think I'll spare you.
I've noticed that rarely am I very emotional about anything that doesn't have much to do with me. In other words, I'm not one to constantly empathize. This isn't to say that I'm not capable of doing so, but still. Sometimes I feel pretty fucking bad about that. It goes back to the fact that I don't like to dwell on things for too long. Go on with life. Get through. Because we don't have long.
This time of year has always been THAT time of year where I take a look at everyone I know, and the relationships they have, and how happy everyone around me is and start to feel bad about myself for no reason, and assume that everyone around is going to walk out on me. This is usually when I feel the most alone. For the very first time, I don't feel that way at all. It's been a pattern since middle school, so it's weird to not have. But the best kind of weird. Because, HEY! I don't feel alone for the first time in my life, and I'm not scared of losing everyone. Hot damn! Honestly, even though I still have my insecurities, and I still haven't done everything I want to, and am still a little stressed about this whole to college or not to college thing, this is the best I've felt in a long time. If not altogether.
My face suddenly just got really hot. It's 5:20 and we've probably only got about ten minutes left of this show. Good god.

FAVOURITE TWO LINES IN THIS SHOW
"Love is love, Sara. Gender is merely spare parts."
"If I have something in my hands for more than two minutes I want to keep it, or at least eat it."