Attended a function last night and while I was saying my goodbyes, an acquaintance, turned his head and didn’t look at me when I said bye to him, using his name. Hmmm. Obviously, I’m still toiling in that cuz I’m writing about that now.

One of the good things about being a writer is that I can take that moment and this rejected feeling, from someone I respect, and use it for another theme, character, or plot. I questioned what could I have done wrong as we had spoken kindly to each other at the beginning of the evening.

Three sides: 1) Hurt; 2) Mad; 3) Apathy. Range of emotions to use and learn from. A lesson.

On a side note, one of my fave quotes from a show, “You always pretend to create and observe, when you really detach from being alive.” “Perhaps, that’s because I’m the one to survive.” maybe it’s a coping mechanism that has allowed me to take this situation from last night and flip into artist mode by observing those feelings I felt and to separate myself from those emotions.

But I digress. Why should I even care at all? I was going to say, “Wasted energy spent on floundering in one’s opinion of you. Not worth it.” Instead, I’ll swim in it. Not drown. Learn. And grow.

Article by Conrad

Conrad's a San Francisco Bay Area Playwright. He loves long walks upon the concrete and rainy days. Aside from writing words for actors to regurgitate into an audience's ears and eyes, he loves sports, 90's R&B, and learning.

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