My acting class consists of two things: 1) making a large circle with 24 other individuals, pretending to be suspended by some “imaginary rope” in order to make our bodies feel loose and fluid, and 2) standing in the middle of a large circle of 24 other individuals, hoping to appear somewhat entertaining and convincingly talented.

On Tuesday, I was part of the surrounding circle, watching others play a game involving four people. Two were speaking “gibberish” while two others pretended to interrpret what they were saying. When the story lost it’s energy, someone from the circle would “tap” one of the four out, and a new, more lively scene would begin. I was reminded of my high school drama class and how fun it was to play those silly improvisational games. But there I sat, unable to throw myself in the circle, despite my past experience. I knew I could. I knew it would be fun. I knew I would impress my teacher. Still, I felt bolted to my chair.

The game was beginning to die… The scene was lagging.

Jump in… You haven’t jumped in two years… Isn’t it time you play again?

Jumping in isn’t my style… I’ll look conceded… I want to be humble…

You’ll never get anywhere just sitting there doing nothing…

It’s just a game…

The picture’s a lot bigger than that…

I can’t see it…

You’re being stupid…

Yeah, I know…

So, jump already…

Fine, just to get you to shut up…

I’m noticing an uncanny parallel to my own life…

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