Monologues Of The Week 11-21-07

Today I felt beautiful. Not the kind of all knowing beautiful, just beautiful like they say in the movies and in our dreams. When the guy is sitting at the bar talking to some other scum and saying,ֲ”Sheֲ’s so beautiful.ֲ” This is how I felt. I donֲ’t know what beauty is. I never really have gotten the lure of a girl with the crazy green eyes and reddish dyed hair hair. I always thought it was just because she was pretty. And everyone with a platonic brain over their necks for her knew that. But she was mad and mean. And she held nothing of value for me except the scattered words in her poems. There was something there though. And I donֲ’t know if he sees that something or if heֲ’s another one of those guys that sees her and wants to die with lust. I donֲ’t know these things. But I sit here trying to think all philosophically about it when I know that I am just another one of those people that can fall under spells. Like the rest of them. Fall under the spells of the starry eyes and then you forget that those people have no conscience. Theyֲ’ve been built up with big egos to look in mirrors and make themselves out to be fishes. And her. With her roses and raves and vegan food. I donֲ’t know. These things don't mean anything in the scheme of things. She needs to be untouchable. Like some face on a Versace advertisement. Like some girl on the cover of Teen. Mysterious, but you know the story behind her. Beauty. My mind is mixed up. Sometimes I wonder how people like him can be in love with people like her. How weֲ’re all obsessed with beauty. Weֲ’re all obsessed with trying. But sheֲ’s the girl who can wake up and still look gorgeous. Sheֲ’s the girl who tried so hard to get where she is and sheֲ’s still failing with anything and everything else but her looks. And I can see that. He canֲ’t.

Monologue #2 (From the Movie "A Cinderella Sory):

Austin (Chad Michael Murray): Okay, I know you think I'm just some...Sam: Coward? Phony?Austin: Okay, just listen.Sam: No, you listen. You turned out to be exactly who I thought you were. I never pretended to be somebody else. It's been me all along. And it was me who was hurt in front of everybody. Look, I didn't come here to yell at you, okay? I know what it feels like to be afraid to show who you are. I was. But not anymore. And the thing is, I don't care what people think about me... because I believe in myself. And I know that things are gonna be okay. But even though I have no family, and no job, and no money for college... it's you that I feel sorry for. (pause) I know that guy that sent those emails is somewhere inside of you, but, I can't wait for him... because waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing.