Monologue

Crichton needed a break from Karate. So we dropped it for the summer and have plans to take swimming lessons and audition for a couple of plays.

Cheaper By The Dozen at the Terrace Plaza Playhouse. I think I'll try out, too. I like auditioning, even if I don't get it, it's fun.

So I'm working on one minute monologue. Here's the one I like so far:

Mary: (on a boat on the ocean, to John) We weren't put on this planet to be happy, you know. We were put here to BE here. John...I ate my family. My mother. She died first. We all...partook. My brother, next. Then my father. He had me...cut his throat right before he died...so I could drink his blood. It was awful. It was awful in a way that saying "It was awful" can NEVER communicate. It was like being torn open. Eating another person is like being torn open YOURSELF. And the only way I got through it was by believing that at the end of the nightmare, that there would be some life to go on to that would make sense of what I had done; what I had forced myself to do to survive. But that life never came. I never got rescued. I met some GUY...who made me a lot of promises and then broke them, left me for a mermaid WHO DOESN'T EVEN EXIST.

And here I am.

But the POINT is, when I die, like, later today...and I go wherever dead people go, I'll have to tell my mother and my brother and my father..."Sorry, I guess it turns out I survived for nothing...FOLKS...and...that you all died for nothing...FOLKS...and all that horribleness...and REAL HUMAN CHARITY, I mean, genuine moment of INVOLVEMENT...with human beings...it was ALSO all for absolutely nothing, it was just a dream in our heads, it was just a big...fat...joke. But thanks anyway, really, maybe next time...oh yeah, I forgot, you only get one life."

It's a good monologue, no? I like it.