The real me is often hidden by myths and legends and to be honest there are times I wonder if I have ever been honest with myself as to who I truly am.
The character I play is often well received so I will play it with a flourish. Alcohol helps if not required. But sometimes I find that guy to be a jerk. He’s a bit of a phony. He gets on my nerves. But the alternative is to end the scene and let the room go quiet.
I wonder who is the truer me.
I think people like the sober me only because they know after a few drinks, the drunk me starts to show up.
It starts with a giggle and then I will hear “There he is”.
He is certainly better about not giving a shit. I envy him that.
I wonder if I would tolerate him as a roommate.
Anxiety or alcohol. Sounds like a problem.
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