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.
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
the rest is still UNwritten...
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