Tell The People

Something They Don't Know About Me

My kindness is mistaken for weakness. All the time. 

I don't like many people; but I am beyond loyal, caring and supportive to the people I love. 

I stopped outwardly expressing sad emotions 15 years ago. 

It took me 2 hours in an acting class to be able to talk about that time he took all my stuff. 

I still don't understand.

Just because I don't express them, doesn't mean I don't have feelings. 

They can be hurt.

My mother is still my best friend. And probably always will be.

I'm handy. I spent 2 weeks in Peru, building bathrooms out of adobe.

My name is Epiphany. None of your jokes about it are witty or original. 

I'd appreciate if you could remember that...

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Hello, My Name Is ____Epiphany_____

And I have no desire to get married and have babies.

There. I said it. Sorry, I'm not sorry?

I don't want to get married. And I don't want to procreate. And I don't want to move away from New York, and settle down in a house with a picket fence and a sensible eco friendly car.

I don't want to engage anyone else in idle chatter about how their day was. Or attempt to explain, in any coherent fashion, what it means to be a background actor in SAG-AFTRA. I don't want to support anyone emotionally or financially; and if I did, I assure you, I would get a puppy and not a boyfriend. 

None of that. I want to live in my apartment in a still sketchy but slowly gentrifying area of Brooklyn. I want to pay $1300 (but subject to change at management's will) in rent for the rest of my life. I want to dance and act and model and never set foot in a corporate office for a 9-5 job. Unless they hire me to smile at them for $25+ an hour. Then I'd go...

I want to hire a manager to handle the boring day-to-day events of my life. And to, you know, talk to people for me. So I can solely focus on the most important person in my life. MYSELF!!

At least I'm honest about it. I make no excuses or even pretend to care that the only person that matters in my decision making process, is me. I am so totally and completely self centered. And that's okay. Because I know exactly what I want, and even more I know what I DON'T want. 

I know I'd rather walk around naked than save a couple hundred bucks by having a roommate.  

I know I'd rather work 15 hour shoot days than work 8 hours in a cubicle wanting to stab my eyeballs out. 

I know I'd rather go out at 11 PM than be someone's mom.

and

I know I don't want to watch my life as it passes by; wishing I'd had the balls to make my work something I really love.

So instead, I will take week long vacations to Cabo San Lucas  Cartegena, Colombia. Work when I want to, on what I want to. Lay in bed all damn day drinking wine straight from the bottle. Eat. Sleep. and Perform. I will be who I am, exactly the way I am. And while I may wonder how anyone feels they can be responsible for another living creature, (I went on vacation and my goldfish died...) I'll try not to judge you... openly.



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