The middle.
Life can be funny. Unfortunately, life doesn’t always have the ability to read an audience. Life can’t always tell when it’s the perfect moment for a laugh. It just goes through the lines… and whatever the audience wants or needs, well, that’s almost secondary to getting through the show. You as the spectator need to pick out what you need or want…and if you go to get popcorn during that part, oh well. Enjoy that popcorn because you moment has passed and there may not be another one. If you leave in the middle? Another “oh well” for you.
IT just seems like whatever I seem to do lately, I’ve missed something that could possibly open the whole experience up. Even when all signs point to the fact I’ve started at the beginning, as soon as I start it, it feels like I’m in the middle. I don’t think there’s any one way to solve this. Nothing anyone or any experience can do to help a squirrel out here. I’m thinking it all comes down to the perception of looking forward and what elements I think I want to get out of any experience.
Or maybe I’m just pig-headed and destined to be chronically disappointed.
