Wednesday, 03 July 2013 11:30

NINETY-NINE PERCENT REJECTION

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I passed this guy while I was on the train, on my way to an audition. He was asking people for money, hitting up all the people on the cars that stopped at the station. A possible role in a commercial for a new wonder drug. I hope it helps somebody out there. Maybe some dad with a little kid or something. The train pushed forward, and I was staring out the window as we went through a depressed urban area, and there was this box in a small patch of green which was engulfed by highway and decay. A person made a bed out of this cardboard box and he used a bunch of newspapers to make a pillow. A stack of newspapers in the box. I was wondering how long they had been sleeping, living there. What his or her story was. What my story was, would be. The new drug? The box? Could be anything.

Later, as I was traveling back home, the same guy was still working the same spot. This was days later and he was still working that spot! I was watching him as he walked up and down, back and forth to the people on the cars on the train. He was limping. Limping back and forth, back and forth. What happened to this guy? What was his story? I wondered if he was having any luck. He was so persistent, you know? So resilient. So polite and respectful even, not demanding. Most people were looking right through him or at him with disgust. Like he wasn’t even there, like he didn’t exist. Like he wasn’t a part of their world. I was thinking how alike we were, he and I. Maybe we are both actors, hoping to bring emotion, feeling out of others. We’re both out there, back and forth, back and forth, hoping for a chance. You know, it’s ninety-nine percent rejection. Then someday, a dollar or a role. I admired his resilience. I hoped I could hang on to mine and that it didn’t turn into desperation; that I could remain polite and respectful despite dire circumstance. The two of us, not so different, coexisting in the same realm, even though others wouldn’t see it that way. Me judging him, or denying him would be like me denying myself, judging myself.

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