What a shitty day today! Even as I say that I know that it's not really true. I keep telling myself how lucky I am, I ate today, I have a roof over my head, my kids are healthy and doing well.
Still...it was a rough day, it's been a rough couple of months, lots of decisions to make about the cafe (more on that later), all the bullshit from the earlier post (probably more on that as well, remember A?), and I walked in today to find sewage backing up into the grease trap and floor drain in the dish room. It didn't make it onto the floor but the day was lost anyway, by opening time the restaurant and I both smelled of sewer.
I am so tired of having all the weight of this business on me, for a while it was exhilarating, all the responsibility being mine, now it it's just exhausting. I fantasize about running away and working in a Home Depot. Still, I know, things can always get worse. Kinda terrifying, really.

I want to be a caveman

I am really starting to hate Facebook. I like it for the ease with which I can communicate with family and friends, but I am starting to feel like the cons outweigh the pros. Everything tech is bringing me down lately, I see so many people come into the cafe and sit together, eat a meal, and almost never interact with each other, as soon as they've ordered they break out their devices and are scrolling and thumbing away. Sometimes, they barely look away from their screens to interact with their server. I can think of few clearer ways to let someone know that one feels that they are not important.
Yet, as I'm sitting there watching them, judging them, I have to wonder how it's different from a couple  taking out books and reading, or a child playing with Legos while his parents and siblings talk. But something tells me that it is different, and that it's not good.

Now, back to FB, I've posted about my FB-started relationship debacle of 2010, and my meet up with the woman from HS that I thought went well, but apparently didn't, but it just seems to keep getting weirder. A friend messaged me a couple of weeks ago and asked if I was in a relationship. This happens every now and then, and I always respond with a bit of a fib. "I'm not sure...I'm in a long distance thing that hasn't really gotten serious, but I kind of feel like she's just keeping me on the back burner," I'll write back. It's not an outright lie, I do still text, or message the friend from HS. I would very much like that to turn into more, but she's a long way away, and we've only seen each other twice in three years. And then there's Sam...yes, she still pops up from time to time to stir the ashes and stoke an ember.
So, my friend has a friend and believes that she and I would be a great match, that we are almost exactly the same, except that she has smaller feet and bigger hair (I fervently hope that there are a few more differences as well!) and that he'd arrange an "introduction" if I was interested. I answered with the standard above response and asked if it was someone local, as he used to live here. No, it was someone he worked with in his new town, which puts her even further away than the HS friend.

I really don't know why I don't just use names, any one of the people involved in this stupid post would be able to recognize themselves in it. 

What the hell, I thought, just because we chat back and forth a bit on FB doesn't mean that we have to ever move on to anything more. We may just swap book and movie suggestions and that's all, and there is nothing wrong with that, there doesn't have to be any more. So, we've exchanged an introductory FB message and I've looked around her page. She's very pretty, is smart, and seems cool. I think if we were in the same town, or even the same state, we'd have a shot. As it is, I don't know.

And then there are the other messages, not the "are you seeing anyone" variety, but their fishing cousin, the "I've always had a crush on you" message. I fucking hate those. Usually, the time stamp is early in the morning, so the writer is probably drunk, and now I have to figure out how to respond. The other night I got one from the wife a friend. I did not want to know that. I don't want that in the air next time we're all together, and it will be, and she couldn't just let it go at that, she had to follow up with the "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable" message a couple of days later. Guess what, if you have to say that, then there's a pretty good goddamned chance that you made someone uncomfortable.

So, I'm sick of it. To be honest, I think I'll change my stock response to enquiries about my relationship status to "not interested, perfectly happy alone, and the longer I am alone the more convinced I am that I'd be a horrible partner...also the thought of meeting new people and having to go through all that small talk and getting to know them just depresses me. The thought of having to meet their friends and families at some point is even worse. Oh, I've also always had a psychological erectile dysfunction that, though it does go away after I've been with the same woman a few times, is not getting any better with age and makes the initial experiences depressing, confusing, and terrifying. Thank you for thinking of me, though."

Strange, but I'm actually feeling like I'm in the mood for Christmas this year. Though I was a bit pissed to see the Christmas section take over Lawn & Garden at Hell-Mart before poor Halloween had even had its day, I now feel like I might enjoy this one. I wish I'd gotten started on shopping earlier, it's always my plan to get it done throughout the year, but it never, ever happens that way. I currently have one gift purchased, but I think most everyone is getting nice food baskets this year, so that kind of takes the stress out of it, just need to shop for the kids and a couple of things for my parents. 

I even threw some lights over a young tree next to my porch the other night...what's gotten into me?

You ever have this overwhelming feeling that you just want to go home, but have no idea where, or when that is, or if it's even anyplace you've ever been?

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

Looks good!

Did I mention that I had thought that I was dying, or that I'd started taking acting lessons?
No?
Well, I'm not (at least not anytime soon, barring all kinds of foul acts and disasters) and yes, I am.
When I was in high school, a long, long time ago, I was in theater and did competitive speech, and according to some of the folks who judged such things back in Oklahoma in the 1980s, I was pretty good at it. Which actually might not be a shining indicator of theatrical prowess, but I did alright in that little pond, and during my last year of high school I toyed with the idea of going to OU as a theater major, or of hopping on a Greyhound and heading off to Hollywood.
Of course, I didn't...I went to a small two year college near where I grew up, studied police science, went into the army, and was sent to Germany. There, I got married, and my first child was born. After the army, I became a cop, and not long after that, the twins were born. Occasionally, I would think about joining a community theater, or of making my own independent movies, and I even wrote a screenplay. It sits in a manilla folder in a milk crate next to my desk, and every couple of years I thumb through it, and think that I should do something with it. But it's really not very good, and no, you can't read it.
Several years ago the bug got me pretty bad, I was reading everything about moviemaking that I could get my hands on, and I had the chance to be an extra in a movie that was shooting up in Albuquerque. If you watch "21 Grams" there is a scene in which Sean Penn and Naomi Watts are arguing outside of a bar when a police car drives by and they decide it would be best to move on. I drove that police car. I drove it around the block for a couple of hours while the scene was shot over and over again. Then I pulled the police car up to within five feet of Mr. Penn and Ms. Watts and turned the red and blue lights on and off as they shot close ups of them doing their dialog. Then the crew hauled everything across the street and we did the driving in circles shit again. We started shooting at 10 p.m. and when we finished, the sky was beginning to lighten. Then I bought a restaurant, and got sidetracked again.
A couple of years ago I started thinking about it again, that little bugging thought that I'd fucked up, and  done the wrong thing. Of course, I hadn't. I have my kids, and a decent living to show for my earlier decisions, but that little bug wouldn't stop, so I put myself into a database for extras and background actors, and got another background role (a cop again, I've been typecast!) in a movie called "Odd Thomas" which will probably go straight to video due to some problems with distribution financing. It's based on a Dean Koontz series and looks pretty good, though.

I had several more shots at background work soon after, but the jobs were all about three to four hours away and they only give you a day or two notice most of the time, so I had to turn them down, and I guess I got myself blackballed with that agency for that, because there hasn't been a peep since.
Jump to January of this year...I'm seated in a coffee shop, cursing the weather, convinced that the swelling I feel in my throat is a tumor, and thinking that if I only had a year, or a handful of years left, what would I have wanted to try. I would have wished that I'd at least tried to become an actor. When I was young, I imagined being the star. Now, I know that I'd be very lucky to be the character actor, "that guy who was in that thing," and I'm very okay with that. Just to be able to make a living as an actor would be such a privilege.
So, I upgraded to a paid membership with that one agency (that was supposed to result in more exposure to casting directors, and turned out to be a minor waste of money and hope), signed up with a couple of others, and took a weekend intensive acting workshop up in Albuquerque. The bug really took hold then...I've since taken a longer course in film and TV acting at the same acting school, and am currently taking two more classes, another film/TV class at different school, and voice and speech with a Tony-nominated actress.
I'm not sure what classes I'll be taking next, I was hoping to take improv classes with a troupe in Albuquerque, but my schedule conflicted too much to pull that off this time around, but I am going to Los Angeles in September to take an improv class at The Second City! Beyond that, I plan to keep training, put myself out there for anything that I feel I fit the part for, and I've got a thought lodged in my brain for a local actors' workshop.
That thing in my throat? I don't know what it is. I went to a throat specialist, he poked, scoped, said he saw and felt nothing, and ordered an MRI, which came up clear. It comes and goes, a tightness, and what feels to me like swelling, I'm slightly convinced that I've developed a flour allergy (fairly common in bakers), but I really don't know. Whatever it is, it reminds me that I need get out and do things, and to try to be a little bit nicer, so it's not such a bad thing to have.

Have you seen this? I love this movie, absolutely love it.