have you even really given your life a chance?
Imagine being at the movie theater and your friend is on her phone the entire time.
But she somehow has the audacity to occasionally look up and fear out — yelling at the screen,
“What the hell is she doing??”
“What a dumb character.”
“How unrealistic!”
“How inauthentic.”
“How boring!”
“This movie is lame.”
“I can’t wait for this to be over.”
And you stare blankly back, amazed at the lack of awareness.
I mean, your friend hasn’t even been paying attention. How could she possibly have an opinion on any part of the movie?
Well. That’s me.
I am that friend.
I have been so angry and so resistant to my own plot line and my character role.
But that isn’t fair.
To my character.
To the director or
To the writer.
I haven’t even given the movie a real chance.
I have been checked out and not paying attention.
I haven’t given Willow Drake the credit she deserves.
The movie will seemingly “drag on” forever until we all start paying attention.
// Repeated storylines. //
// Same shit. Different Day. //
Because we can’t sit still long enough to emerge ourselves in the perfect expression that is NOW.
I don’t know about you, but I am grabbing some popcorn. I am ready to relax into this life and enjoy every moment of the epic unveiling of this one time production and screening of me.
