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Fire & Ice
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Politics, culture, and other oddities.
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Sunday, December 03, 2000
So I've established that I'm fascinated by people. But sometimes it's more than fascination -- sometimes I'm just shocked, completely dumbfounded. Occasionally, it's because I meet somebody who's just so amazing s/he takes my breath away. Other times, I just can't believe that someone could be so horrible. Well, horrible's a strong word. I'm pretty good at finding good in most people, but some people have certain faults to the extreme. It's ridiculous.
For example, you don't know conceited until you know Robyn (*names have been unchanged to incriminate the guilty*). After anyone performs something in my acting class, my acting instructor always asks how we felt about it. A normal response is, "Okay/pretty good, I think I should work on.../I was a little uncomfortable with..." Oh, no, not Princess Robyn. She smiles broadly, and, without missing a beat, replies: "Grrreat. I felt so good about that. I thought it was... amazing. That was great." Wuh-what? I never thought real people could be so shamelessly self-obsessed. One guy walked into my class today a little dejected, telling us that he wasn't going to get to go to the college he'd wanted to because he fucked up his report card. Robyn the Brat chirps: "I had the BEST report card ever. My father was practically kissing my feet it was so good. I had a hundred average in almost every class! How incredible is that?" Then she proceeded to recite for us her average in every class, and to marvel some more at her own brilliance. Hey, Brilliant Girl, be smart enough at least to realize how discouragingly people respond to such glaring cockiness. Of course, I'm bitter, because the worst part is that she's doing fairly well as an actor. She gets good work pretty regularly and even had bit parts in two major films. WHY? I grew up learning that character and the way you treat people are so much more important that anything you may accomplish on a more material plain. What I try to remember is that even if she'd had the leading role in five major movies, you couldn't pay me a million dollars to be Robyn. Maybe for a day, but any more, and I'd forget why life was so worth living.
Yes, I think I'll just stay me. (And bitch and moan about and occasionally marvel at all the people I come across...)
Cheers.
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