I have been on board the ship for just over two weeks now, and already I’ve been tested physically, mentally, and emotionally over and over again. For those of my readers (all 2 of you I gather) NOT in the entertainment business, let me explain something to catch you up. Entertainers are crazy.
Some goofy, some clinically. It’s amazing when you put 16 crazy people together, they all somehow manage to join alliances, balance their crazy and make it all work. There are times when the scales tip, unfortunately not in your favour, and a crazy person falls off the wagon and tries to bring everyone else down with them. But there is always one person with their hand firmly on the wheel, merely dragging that poor person along kicking and screaming. Eventually they will climb back on, and blend in again until the next round of disturbia comes along. (Thank you Rhianna for that word. I now know what it means.)
I had about 38 crazy people in my Sheridan Music Theatre class, and somehow, we really did all manage to make crazy magic together for three solid years. Yes, the odd person would run astray, myself included and get caught up in craziness, but we all knew where home base was and how safe it was to come back to that and enjoy it.
It’s the crazies that can’t find home base that you need to look out for. They are pot stirrers. They are the people that cannot find happiness in themselves, but they try to find it in the miseries of others, tearing people down and reverting to pure evilness to obtain whatever goal they set their sights on at that time. They are your friends, they are your neighbours, they are the wolf in sheeps clothing. You cannot reason with crazy, you can only recognize who they are, and go on from there, gritting your teeth, holding your tongue, and realizing that no matter how crazy you think you might be, you are stronger, better and more confident then they are.
I love me some crazy entertainers. Crazy talent, crazy voice, crazy costumes, but for those of us who are just here for the love of the art, please Crazy, just leave me alone, and let me do my job.
Beyoncé has the kind of crazy I like. Crazy In Love. And that’s what I’m focused on. Us. It’s what keeps me sane.
Lets hope it wont be too long before everyone stops being crazy and life settles down for all of you. We all know people who are as you say a 'wolf in sheeps clothing' and delight in stirring the pot, but as you said WE know they are crazy and WE know WE can rise above them. Go girl xx
ReplyDeleteI take it the "two readers" you referred to are Eric and me. Look in your pocket . . .
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