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From time to time, I’m pretend to be an actor/actress, and this spring is one of those times.
It’s just a small production with four performances, but for a week, around 50 people are living on top of eachother at the theatre. It can get quite intense, and we all have different needs for space and relaxation. Most of us have day jobs too. For me, it’s more or less work (let’s call it that) from 8 am until 11 pm.
The actors all share dressing rooms, so we have to give eachother space. I’m always trying my best not to be in the way. This time around, I was prepared. I bought a tool box and sorted all my essentials in it, so as not to spread all over the place, and to be able to have my own little corner. I found an empty seat the evening we moved in, and had everything ready for the next day.
Next day came, and I find the seat is taken. Not only taken, but TAKEN. I will admit I’m not the calmest of persons, but i seriously don’t think I overdid anything. I told the persons involved that the seat was empty (as in totally empty, unlike the other three), and that’s why my things where there. Oh well. I lost. Or, I was told I was losing.
I left before I lost it.
Luckily, somebody had witnessed the whole thing, and I hadn’t just imagined the incident. It felt good, although I did move out eventually.
Today is dress rehersal. We have five days to go, and I’m still not quite comfortable. I’m in greater need of silence and personal space than usual, and I’m probably not the most happy and chatty of people this week.
I know I’m not everybody’s cup of tea, and I can be a bit much at times, but I don’t think I’ve ever been annoying in these situations. Unfortunately, I bear grudges. And I’m far more prone to tears than I would like.
The worst part is, that I keep wondering what I did wrong. And it’s making me bone tired and driving me mad.
Just because I will probably need to be reminded when I bought and installed my bed, all by myself.
And my knees are sore and red and blue from dancing.
I woke up, listened for a bit and could not hear one sound. Had to check the time.
Not a bird chirping or duck quacking. Not a car or helicopter. No creaking of the house or rustling of the wind.
And then I heard a faint bird.
Little Black Missy is playing killing machine again.
This time she brought home a species I haven’t seen before. A water shrew.
It was belly-up and very dead…
At least she had the decency to not hide it in the grass for the mower to find.
Four leaves are four leaves, even if they are frayed or one is slightly smaller than the other three?
This should be my lucky day!
When I walked through the forest this morning, all the beetles were alive and right side up.
Four hours later, the path was strewn with them, all upside-down, most of them dead or feeling rather poorly I would say.
Why? Anybody knows if this is a common phenomenon?
I saw on the interweb that women around the world were going on strike. Just to show what a world without women is like. At work, at home, in the shops…
I was not at the office yesterday, but at a conference some way away and without my phone. 25 unread emails and 14 missed calls. And my boss wondered if I was missing in action at a quarter past nine (sitting at my desk, but apparently still missed). I don’t feel like I need to strike to make people notice me. I’m going to mark this day by reflecting on how to make the world a better place. For everyone.
I don’t know how, but I don’t give up hope entirely.
The funny thing about this blog, and frankly, almost everything I post online, is that I’m anonymous. Anonymous, I don’t advertise, I don’t make links between accounts, and I desperately want people to read what I write. But I don’t want anybody to know who I am.
This blog is by far my most successful outlet in terms of followers, replies etc., and that says something about my general reach.
My other writing spaces are so, so void of replies that I seriously wonder if I should stop writing altogether. I haven’t, and in my desperation, I invite people I know to read and review to me in person. And suddenly, I’m not anonymous anymore.
Even this blog is visited by people who know me, and thus, there are things I would really like to write about that I simply can’t.
And this is a totally stupid rant. I’m sorry. But not enough to leave it unposted.