Untitled Coolness
Good day readers, followers, everyone. We are winding down August and the days of sunlight are getting a bit shorter everyday. On Monday, as we swing into a new work week we will get a solar eclipse here in the states. I think that's cool, I should be out getting some sun and shade at the same time so it will be a different kind of Monday anyway.
There are oddities, eccentricities and all kinds of strangeness around us and sometimes I think that's perfectly normal. Hmm, normal, remember that word, the one Webster's describes as "conforming to a type, a standard, a normal pattern." Yeah, well we've already determined that for me, being unusual, really means I'm not normal. The recipe of life has a dash of oddness, a scoop of the eccentric and a cup of unusual mixed in the with the normal. Variety, yes- "you've got have variety" as my long ago friend Eric infamously said...variety really is the spice of life.
I wrote this great monologue or soliloquy but not the play. The words just came to me and I wrote them down for two characters, one man, one woman- not a scene, not an act but a great and meaningful piece (to me). Some character development is necessary...I keep thinking that the characters would be like Harry Burns and Sally Albright from When Harry met Sally. However, that movie has already been written and it is one of my faves. So there sits this three year old monologue of meaning that makes me smile when I read it with the door of creativity open to expand the characters. I don't, or maybe more appropriately, I haven't because I don't want to right now. Odd? Yes. Why not?
As a writer, the type of writing that I do that clears my mind- literaly clears the words that fall out of my head and flow through a keyboad. Just like this piece that your reading. That monologue just fell out of space. There are triggers, triggering moments, some which we probably wished we could get back. For most of us there most likely were opportunities and we acted upon them and are happy with the results too. The married couple that is the result of one of them seizing the opportunity for a discussion, a date that is great years later etc. There's the other side of that too in many ways.
As odd as it is to just leave that piece alone, to an accomplished playwrite, my ignorance of character and scene development is stange and maybe even offensive. I'm over it. I can be the cup of unusual in the big bowl of life. I'm cool with that notion. Someone else can be the dash of odd or scoop of eccentric- I'm cool with that too. I wasn't always that way. To many, blending into the big bowl of usual is human comfort. I tell those that I love that "I love you." It's not a human feeling that I express without strong consideration. I used to think that you can just feel the love and that was cool. Being a manly-man it was something that my closest male friends didn't need to hear (and really my female friends too), until my best friend died suddenly. Just blend in, right? Some people don't. I don't...not anymore. Strange, weird, unusual? Maybe.
I've been told that I can be confrontational. It doesn't mean that I'm this constantly bellicose boob or ornery a-hole. Yes, I'm fiercely protective of my family and friends. However, I merely question things when I don't think they are right. If the response is a bland, and unexplained "that's just the way it is done." Well, that is neither an answer nor explanation, merely blather. Unfortunately that is the normal, the usual- the bigger bowl of reality holding back humanity. We don't need to be combative to get things accomplished, but to push humanity forward, we all have a responsibility to question the unanswered failure of why things are just done this way.
The Answerman says "If the unusual, abnormal thing you do improves your world- do it! The world will be a better place because you decided to add spice to it rather than become the flour mixed into the bottom of the bowl." Me? Maybe, just maybe, I will do something with the characters frozen in 2014 and just like the monologue ends "...now excuse me and let that sink in - I will be back..."
There are oddities, eccentricities and all kinds of strangeness around us and sometimes I think that's perfectly normal. Hmm, normal, remember that word, the one Webster's describes as "conforming to a type, a standard, a normal pattern." Yeah, well we've already determined that for me, being unusual, really means I'm not normal. The recipe of life has a dash of oddness, a scoop of the eccentric and a cup of unusual mixed in the with the normal. Variety, yes- "you've got have variety" as my long ago friend Eric infamously said...variety really is the spice of life.
I wrote this great monologue or soliloquy but not the play. The words just came to me and I wrote them down for two characters, one man, one woman- not a scene, not an act but a great and meaningful piece (to me). Some character development is necessary...I keep thinking that the characters would be like Harry Burns and Sally Albright from When Harry met Sally. However, that movie has already been written and it is one of my faves. So there sits this three year old monologue of meaning that makes me smile when I read it with the door of creativity open to expand the characters. I don't, or maybe more appropriately, I haven't because I don't want to right now. Odd? Yes. Why not?
As a writer, the type of writing that I do that clears my mind- literaly clears the words that fall out of my head and flow through a keyboad. Just like this piece that your reading. That monologue just fell out of space. There are triggers, triggering moments, some which we probably wished we could get back. For most of us there most likely were opportunities and we acted upon them and are happy with the results too. The married couple that is the result of one of them seizing the opportunity for a discussion, a date that is great years later etc. There's the other side of that too in many ways.
As odd as it is to just leave that piece alone, to an accomplished playwrite, my ignorance of character and scene development is stange and maybe even offensive. I'm over it. I can be the cup of unusual in the big bowl of life. I'm cool with that notion. Someone else can be the dash of odd or scoop of eccentric- I'm cool with that too. I wasn't always that way. To many, blending into the big bowl of usual is human comfort. I tell those that I love that "I love you." It's not a human feeling that I express without strong consideration. I used to think that you can just feel the love and that was cool. Being a manly-man it was something that my closest male friends didn't need to hear (and really my female friends too), until my best friend died suddenly. Just blend in, right? Some people don't. I don't...not anymore. Strange, weird, unusual? Maybe.
I've been told that I can be confrontational. It doesn't mean that I'm this constantly bellicose boob or ornery a-hole. Yes, I'm fiercely protective of my family and friends. However, I merely question things when I don't think they are right. If the response is a bland, and unexplained "that's just the way it is done." Well, that is neither an answer nor explanation, merely blather. Unfortunately that is the normal, the usual- the bigger bowl of reality holding back humanity. We don't need to be combative to get things accomplished, but to push humanity forward, we all have a responsibility to question the unanswered failure of why things are just done this way.
The Answerman says "If the unusual, abnormal thing you do improves your world- do it! The world will be a better place because you decided to add spice to it rather than become the flour mixed into the bottom of the bowl." Me? Maybe, just maybe, I will do something with the characters frozen in 2014 and just like the monologue ends "...now excuse me and let that sink in - I will be back..."
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