Post by galdors on Aug 31, 2009 20:38:59 GMT 10
A little something I wrote after being fed up about websites wanting to know about me. I figured I'd make them sorry they ever asked.
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About Me
Me? Well, I suppose you could say I am a creative, a perfectionist, a figment of my own imagination, egocentric, enthusiastic. If something amazing has happened, I let people know about it. If life has served me some injustice, people will know about it. Everything is magnified into extremes through my eyes. A more common word used for people like me is ‘Drama Queen’. Now, to the ‘queen’ part of that title I protest, however I gladly accept the intention of the phrase.
When I was younger I suffered from a rare and extreme case of something yet undiscovered. I was the star in a TV show that was my life. The entire world – school mainly – was a set. One large, elaborate set that fit perfectly whatever was happening in my life at that time. Everything that was said was scripted. Everything done was choreographed. Everyone I knew were actors – even if I despised them I knew they were only acting and I could imagine cast parties where the despised ones and I would happily chat and laugh at how much our characters hated each other.
As I grew older this disease was slowly cured by a thing I like to call reality. It is this ‘reality’ along with the thought of how unbelievably mundane and monotonous a TV series about my life would be that has gradually opened my eyes to this horror that is life. I am not yet fully cured – thank heavens – and I hope against all hope that ‘reality’ will bloody well get lost and leave me to be forever immortalized in the utter bliss that is my mind’s creation.
I whole heartedly believe that acting will make me famous. Fame – it seems so intriguing yet terrifying. Why is it that I want everyone to admire me? To love my work? To be moved by me? With fame comes horrible things. But things that I want to risk. Things that I don’t care if I go through. Sacrifices I am more than willing to make. But why?
Above all, I want to act. I want to perform. I want to become what I am not. I want to explore their history, their faults, darkest desires, motivation, intention and weaknesses. I want to show this to you. I want to make you feel, to cry, to hate, to love, to think, to be conflicted. I want you to forget your life if only for two and a half hours. On stage you can do anything. You can feel anything. You can be anything.
I want to create. To inspire. To be inspired. And if I’m inspired don’t even try to get me to focus on anything else. It won’t happen. All that I want to do is create that which I see in my mind’s eye. Anything else seems to be pointless, a waste of space, not worthy of even existing.
If I had to cut down everything I hated into only a couple of things it would be these. Sport, Maths and idiots. Nothing could possibly annoy me more than a stupid person. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about people who don’t do the best at school. I mean real idiots, people who do stupid things. George Bush for example, or Paris Hilton. Or most football players. I despise them. Those along with people who waste my time. Sport is just an excuse for meatheads and thugs to pound each other and fight against each other for no particular reason. I am not saying that everyone who plays or enjoys sport is a meathead – just the majority. I understand the need to be healthy and fit, but for heaven’s sake in this day and age there has to be some other way! There is so much utter stupidity related to sport. For example, two fathers end up having a fist fight over their sons’ under 10’s football game. And maths. Dear old maths. Could we not have found a more interesting and – dare I say it – fun way to explain our universe and everything in it? Why, when coming up with something that we are going to have to face every day of our lives, make it so horribly boring and difficult?
Now, you may have just thought that the past couple of paragraphs have just been a long rant, but that in itself is something else about me. I like to get my point across. I like to rant and I like to argue. I like to win arguments because I know I’m right. I’m not opinionated, I’m just always right. If I wasn’t right I wouldn’t have argued in the first place.
I love my ever growing DVD collection, awesome hat and vest, laptop and video camera. I love the city – the hustle and bustle and busyness excites me and makes me feel alive. I love my lord Jesus Christ who knows everything about me without me having to write it out here and who died to save me. I love winter. I have been breathed on by Cate Blanchett and have had my photo taken with Marcia Hines and Guy Sebastion as well as my numerous other encounters with my future best friends.
I hate summer. I hate the heat – although I will complain about the cold as well. There is nothing worse than a stinking hot summer’s day, stuck to your chair at school and fighting for the seat under the fan. I hate chivalry. Chivalry is nothing more than the biggest form of sexism. I hate questions like ‘What’s your favourite colour/movie/food’ to which I tend to revert to my default answers of ‘red, too many to count and spaghetti bolognaise’.
Singing makes me come alive. Music twists your emotions in such a way that nothing else can. Musical Theatre is magic.
But to finish off, if I had to pick the one thing that made me the happiest in the world it would be the applause at the end of a show. I cannot describe how it makes me feel. I want to cry, to cheer, to laugh, to explode with pure ecstasy. I don’t want it to ever end.
I am all those things. I am 'Galdors'
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About Me
Me? Well, I suppose you could say I am a creative, a perfectionist, a figment of my own imagination, egocentric, enthusiastic. If something amazing has happened, I let people know about it. If life has served me some injustice, people will know about it. Everything is magnified into extremes through my eyes. A more common word used for people like me is ‘Drama Queen’. Now, to the ‘queen’ part of that title I protest, however I gladly accept the intention of the phrase.
When I was younger I suffered from a rare and extreme case of something yet undiscovered. I was the star in a TV show that was my life. The entire world – school mainly – was a set. One large, elaborate set that fit perfectly whatever was happening in my life at that time. Everything that was said was scripted. Everything done was choreographed. Everyone I knew were actors – even if I despised them I knew they were only acting and I could imagine cast parties where the despised ones and I would happily chat and laugh at how much our characters hated each other.
As I grew older this disease was slowly cured by a thing I like to call reality. It is this ‘reality’ along with the thought of how unbelievably mundane and monotonous a TV series about my life would be that has gradually opened my eyes to this horror that is life. I am not yet fully cured – thank heavens – and I hope against all hope that ‘reality’ will bloody well get lost and leave me to be forever immortalized in the utter bliss that is my mind’s creation.
I whole heartedly believe that acting will make me famous. Fame – it seems so intriguing yet terrifying. Why is it that I want everyone to admire me? To love my work? To be moved by me? With fame comes horrible things. But things that I want to risk. Things that I don’t care if I go through. Sacrifices I am more than willing to make. But why?
Above all, I want to act. I want to perform. I want to become what I am not. I want to explore their history, their faults, darkest desires, motivation, intention and weaknesses. I want to show this to you. I want to make you feel, to cry, to hate, to love, to think, to be conflicted. I want you to forget your life if only for two and a half hours. On stage you can do anything. You can feel anything. You can be anything.
I want to create. To inspire. To be inspired. And if I’m inspired don’t even try to get me to focus on anything else. It won’t happen. All that I want to do is create that which I see in my mind’s eye. Anything else seems to be pointless, a waste of space, not worthy of even existing.
If I had to cut down everything I hated into only a couple of things it would be these. Sport, Maths and idiots. Nothing could possibly annoy me more than a stupid person. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about people who don’t do the best at school. I mean real idiots, people who do stupid things. George Bush for example, or Paris Hilton. Or most football players. I despise them. Those along with people who waste my time. Sport is just an excuse for meatheads and thugs to pound each other and fight against each other for no particular reason. I am not saying that everyone who plays or enjoys sport is a meathead – just the majority. I understand the need to be healthy and fit, but for heaven’s sake in this day and age there has to be some other way! There is so much utter stupidity related to sport. For example, two fathers end up having a fist fight over their sons’ under 10’s football game. And maths. Dear old maths. Could we not have found a more interesting and – dare I say it – fun way to explain our universe and everything in it? Why, when coming up with something that we are going to have to face every day of our lives, make it so horribly boring and difficult?
Now, you may have just thought that the past couple of paragraphs have just been a long rant, but that in itself is something else about me. I like to get my point across. I like to rant and I like to argue. I like to win arguments because I know I’m right. I’m not opinionated, I’m just always right. If I wasn’t right I wouldn’t have argued in the first place.
I love my ever growing DVD collection, awesome hat and vest, laptop and video camera. I love the city – the hustle and bustle and busyness excites me and makes me feel alive. I love my lord Jesus Christ who knows everything about me without me having to write it out here and who died to save me. I love winter. I have been breathed on by Cate Blanchett and have had my photo taken with Marcia Hines and Guy Sebastion as well as my numerous other encounters with my future best friends.
I hate summer. I hate the heat – although I will complain about the cold as well. There is nothing worse than a stinking hot summer’s day, stuck to your chair at school and fighting for the seat under the fan. I hate chivalry. Chivalry is nothing more than the biggest form of sexism. I hate questions like ‘What’s your favourite colour/movie/food’ to which I tend to revert to my default answers of ‘red, too many to count and spaghetti bolognaise’.
Singing makes me come alive. Music twists your emotions in such a way that nothing else can. Musical Theatre is magic.
But to finish off, if I had to pick the one thing that made me the happiest in the world it would be the applause at the end of a show. I cannot describe how it makes me feel. I want to cry, to cheer, to laugh, to explode with pure ecstasy. I don’t want it to ever end.
I am all those things. I am 'Galdors'