ot. personal growth…

[scaredyclassic]

[quote=FlyerInHi]Can be dangerous if one grows beyond one’s environment and circumstances[/quote]

yeah i m kind of like a bonsai tree, all wired up in a shallow pot just trying to live in a tiny space. you cant just unwind all that wire and let me go nuts, i’d die…

[svelte]

Not good to be dead set on anything.

Each day brings new data points. In a perfect world viewpoints should be adjusted accordingly.

I think it’s a sign of intelligence.

[scaredyclassic]

[quote=svelte]Not good to be dead set on anything.

Each day brings new data points. In a perfect world viewpoints should be adjusted accordingly.

I think it’s a sign of intelligence.[/quote]

I get tiny bits of data mostly noise.

[njtosd]

[quote=scaredyclassic]I want to be me but more real.[/quote]

Wait – didn’t you say you wanted to color your hair? Would the color be the color it was when you were 18 – or is it not real for any time in your life?

[scaredyclassic]

[quote=njtosd][quote=scaredyclassic]I want to be me but more real.[/quote]

Wait – didn’t you say you wanted to color your hair? Would the color be the color it was when you were 18 – or is it not real for any time in your life?[/quote]

i never said that!

[NotCranky]

I said that, I was just joking. I got a perm once though , very out of character for me, women just loved to run their fingers through my hair and get close. That was fucking real! If it were a wig it probably would have been less real.

Nothing wrong with recreating yourself, physically , occupationally, socially, whatever, it might be more real than what you are today. Could be a big fricken improvement.

All the World is a Stage. and we are merely players.
Performers and portrayers,
each another’s audience upon the gilded stage.

That’s the band Rush but it seems like Shakespeare wrote it?

[flyer]

You are correct. . . temporality personified. . .

Shakespeare’s All the World’s a Stage monologue (Also called “The Seven Ages of Man.” from “As You LIke It”)

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like a snail
Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.

Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.

And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with a good capon lined,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”

[scaredyclassic]

[quote=flyer]You are correct. . . temporality personified. . .

Shakespeare’s All the World’s a Stage monologue (Also called “The Seven Ages of Man.” from “As You LIke It”)

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like a snail
Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.

Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.

And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with a good capon lined,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”[/quote]

thats good stuff!

[scaredyclassic]

i intend to memorize this and perform it now and then. perhaps to bring the mood down at parties.

[NotCranky]

[quote=scaredyclassic]i intend to memorize this and perform it now and then. perhaps to bring the mood down at parties.[/quote]

I would like to see it modernized a bit too. That might be better for your party delivery.” And the soldier with his cluster bombs”.

[scaredyclassic]

no. no rewrites. i’ll just say it like normal, nothing dramatic. just plainspoken.

[flyer]

scaredy, here’s an excellent performance by Morgan Freeman. . .

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziXqEX6AwKA

[scaredyclassic]

[quote=flyer]scaredy, here’s an excellent performance by Morgan Freeman. . .

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziXqEX6AwKA%5B/quote%5D

not bad but I think I can go deeper.

[flyer]

“As You Like It” was first published in 1623–so this monologue has been reminding us of our mortality for centuries. As the Bard himself might say, “The world awaits your contribution.”

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