Are you defined by who you like or who you don't like?
Think about that for a second.
What do your dislikes say about you?
I, for one, despise hypocrites.
That's not unusual--I don't really know anyone who likes hypocrites, but I REALLY don't like them.
But when I think about it, it's probably because I would say I'm hypocritical a lot of the time.
When you're involved with the arts, there's this subliminal message conveyed to you that it's okay to say one thing and do another, because you're an artist. You're allowed to be held to different standards.
In reality, I'm just a hypocrite.
I criticize someone for doing one thing in a show, then applaud it when someone else does it.
Hypocrisy.
I'm aware.
Part of this project has been dragging words out of my head and owning up to them.
Hypocrisy.
Pettiness.
Nastiness.
It's a little bit like standing naked in front of a crowd.
FRIEND: Been there, done that.
ME: I don't mean actually--you know what, never mind.
FRIEND: So what else do you not like?
ME: I dislike tomatoes.
FRIEND: So you're a tomato?
ME: No, I'm Broccoli.
FRIEND: I won't even justify that with a response.
I wonder what other words are still floating around in my head.
Fifty-three more days to find out...
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