I just realized another reason why I want to be an actress- it's because I have so much freakin' material. I have been scarred so many times by my parents- not in a really bad way, you know, just in the way that crazy parents normally scar their children. I wasn't like, beaten, or anything like that. At least not often. What I mean to say is that my crazy family has given me so much to laugh about, to cry about, to reflect upon, that I can't help but become an actress because I have all of these emotions swirling around inside me.
Let me give you an example of the "material" that my generous family gives to me. The other day I went over to my parents' house to see what was going on, to hang out and have lunch. When I got there they had just finished having lunch and it was clear that there had just been some major bruhaha. I asked my mom what the problem was (this time) and then off she went.
"I asked your father to make an omelette with cheese and he didn't put the cheese in it." "How do you know he didn't put the cheese in it, sometimes you can't see the cheese in a cheese omelette," I asked naively. "I know because your father is a liar and he's lying about putting the cheese in the omelette." Logically I respond with: "why would dad lie about putting cheese in an omelette?" And she simply replied, "because that's the way he is."
I then proceed to ask my dad what all the fuss is about- his side of the story so to speak. He tells me that he indeed put cheese in the omelette, and that he doesn't know why mom is so upset- he thinks she is crazy. Then my mom comes into the kitchen and a HUGE fight ensues. My mom accuses my dad of lying, my dad swears to God he put cheese in the omelette. My mom keeps provoking my dad, my dad runs over to the icon of the Last Supper of Jesus Christ with the twelve freakin' apostles hanging on the wall, and he puts his hand on it and keeps saying "may God strike me dead if I'm lying, I put cheese in the omelette!" Then my mom starts crying and runs downstairs saying she can't believe my dad would lie over something as petty as putting cheese in an omelette. I tried to calm them both down, but to no avail. My dad still thinks my mom is crazy, my mom still thinks my dad is a petty liar.
All this over a cheese omelette.
The moral of this story is that my family is nutso-bazingo. Now I know where I get my intense emotions from. I once thought that I was just a normal girl in a normal, even-keeled family... but the evidence would prove otherwise.
At least now I have this hilarious story to relate to friends on those nights when I try to drown my sorrows at the local watering hole. And this is what I was talking about when I said my family gives me all sorts of material. This kind of crap makes me a more interesting, quirky person- and one day I'll be telling this story to David Letterman on the Tonight Show.
...this kind of stuff also helps me to cry when I need to for those dramatic scenes I do in plays! See, always take the positive things out of every negative situation! Use these life experiences to help your acting! That's a lesson for all you kids out there!
No comments:
Post a Comment