the event was quite good, actually! [in reference to the previous production from previous ramblings]
went in, calico critter & [hue] tie, giddy. bought a ticket & some snacks. walked around to find seating, saw a guy i talk to briefly. he was alone, this time around; usual friend not available. we talked a bit mildly, me asking what he was doing thereā supporting a friend, he said. i was too. i asked if i could sit with him.. an amazing idea, changed the whole course of the night. one seat left in the middle at first, purely because i donāt wish to be discomforting & also to test how i felt. discussed dark souls & elden ring, asked me what i liked. floundered. said i liked writing & sea creatures & books; i mean, yeah, thats what i like. older brother of a girl i went to religious classes with. quiet during the first act, occasional laugh or so from him. interesting character. i could catch him staring at me once in awhile in the corner of my eye; found it quite sweet.
the production in itself was way better than i anticipated, knew many of the cast. most, actually. girl who played the main character [ariel, as this was a little mermaid play..] was astonishing in her singing ability; immensely proud of her. radiant. set design was niceā at one point a shelf fell over, though. loved the costume design for ursulaā dress sleeves had strings connected to some of the bottom octopus legs on the dress, to make them moved as she moved! genuinely incredible.. i loved the costumes deeply, even if some were a bit rough around the edges. always love aquatic themes..
the intermission was comprised of more video game talk, mix of bloodborne & dark souls 2. its funny, he treated me as if i knew everything he was talking aboutā¦ which, although i knew a good chunk, i didnāt know everything. it was a nice change of pace, thoughā better than being assumed i know absolutely nothing. its like.. a little bit of respect, in a way. i donāt know, it just felt nice to talk with someone and not feel like i was being talked down to. moved to different seats, away from the constant chatter behind us both during the first act. no seat between this time around.. i wasnt nervous about itā i felt comfortable. made a few jokes once or twice during the second act, but mere whispers and only once in awhile. he laughed at.. a lot of them, surprisingly, which made me happy..
when we departed, i couldnāt find where he went. i believe he simply left first. he was niceā¦ had, uhm, likeā¦. doe eyesā¦ like a deer, but not naĆÆve like a deerā¦ he also had bracesā¦ he looked nice.. i really do hope to converse with him again, maybe strike up a philosophical discussion. i am fond of his existence.
you know, three/four of the actors were fond of chiquititoā¦ i found this cute. i let the ursula actor hold him, his fur faded compared to his sister. he is dear to me, and i made sure to adjust him and wiffle to be able to experience the show in a mere hypothetical they have sentience & sapienceā¦
im not used to such events. i am glad i got to sit with someone, glad to be there. my friend was ecstatic to see i actually cameā¦ why wouldnāt i? youāre my friend, silly! what i wanted to say, anyway.
ah, i could talk much more about the play, but.. i am getting quite drowsy. might be off to slumber.. i have lost any and all paranoia from earlier in the day, simply content to live and breathe. i am glad to exist
sitting in a bathrobe prepared to read for the next hour or so until the last 15 minutes where i put on my suit and get fancy. Now i see why wine moms like these
like sand in a castle that is not made of sand but actually it is made of sand repellent material and then the sand gets sad because it can't be in the castle but its ok because the sand has a friend who is dirt and they are best friends
car memory: also known as a memory that occurs and takes place inside of a car. so mundane, i wonder why i even remember it
maybe its because of the spray paint on that fence. yeah, probably the spray paint. remembered in front of the tree with its bark cut. knife removed this time. a good thing, i think. ruffle for my drafting compass in my bag, believing it as an easy substitute. you know, i wonder who the first person was to figure out the point of a compass could break human skinā¦ an intriguing thought. try to figure out what i wish to make, eventually decide. after my scrawling, put the compass away & take off headphones as i hear a loud caw
[edit: i assumed this creature was a raven; it was a crow!], assuming from its size. up in the trees, nearby on playground. pack my things & walk over, justā¦ stare upward. expression flat, but internally awestruck. expressions donāt always align with thoughts.. stood there for a little while, simply perceiving. watched it fly away, waved quietly. saw two mourning doves, three black-capped chickadees, plethora of.. common grackles? i believe that may be the case, instead of fish crows. they say grackles are around the size of an american robin, and that lines up with what ive seen of themā¦ intriguing. nevertheless, saw many avian creatures. also saw a squirrel; all quite radiant.
as i get on my street, internally remember the number 15. fifteen daysā¦ little things. just something to note. what else to note, i wonderā¦ i got off the bus & remembered an old interaction, along with a picture.. i held my coat that was in my arms up to my faceā¦ i think i was blushing, but i donāt actually know how to quantify thatā¦ uhm, what else.. ah, i made an internal realization i wrote in my notes, but that doesnāt need to be shared publicly. all it says is that i am thick-skulled from time to time, essentially. when i put things into a way i understand, or fit something in my shoes, if you will, then its easier to comprehend. maybe a bit self-absorbed.
oh, right, the play! at 7pm, unsure when it ends. will wear my suit i have worn before (as, like ive mentioned previously, i am saving theā¦ oh my god, i wrote greenā¦ how embarrassing! haha, uhm, i mean i am saving the grey one for prom.. i have no green suit in my collectionā¦ that would make me feel like the riddler.. goodness, my brain is scrambled..) along with a nice little hair clip & maybe even a tie. tie that matches with hair clipā¦ i will also have to bring my inanimate object friends.. i have to give one a bath again; he got dirt on his faceā¦
ah, so much to do, so much for an event i will more or less not feel too much about. i will go to support her, not because i inherently believe it will be goodā¦ no offenseā¦ ah, that sounds so rudeā¦ sorry! im sure it will be fine. i have not had the best past in theatreā¦ i remember the time in 4th grade i was a munchkin in the wizard of ozā¦. i believe i fucked up my line, or maybe thats a false memoryā¦ somehow, i messed up, and i remember that vividly. i didnāt like theater much after that. of course, not important: just a memory
what else.. besides that, no plans for the weekend. would ask to hang out with my friends, but unsure of their schedule.. i donāt wish to intrude!
im like always resisting the urge in conversation to go "can you perceive me? are you perceiving me? do i feel like a real person to you? am i fully a person? what does it feel like to talk to me? how do you think about my place in your interpretation of the world? what do i mean to you? do i seem put together? do i seem like i know what im doing? do i seem competent? what is the version of me inside your head like?"