Drawyer wrote:
Yeah, I see what you mean..
I mistyped, I meant annoyed not offended..
I'll edit it here
"I can't act normal, because there is no such a thing as a normal act..
I don't think I could let myself get
annoyed something so nonsensible..
Whenever I do blend in somewhat, it truly is an act. Sometimes it's a wonderful, graceful performance; other times it might most kindly be described as an awkward comedy. One chosen, intentional, learned behavior after another, just trying to keep up, without actually knowing "why" for any of them. Like getting the lead part in a foreign play without actually knowing a word of the language. All to fit in or at least not "other" myself too badly for a few minutes. And then the curtain falls. I return to my dressing room, close the door, remove my makeup and costume and enjoy a few minutes alone, with no audience and no one to disappoint.
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