Today is such a gloriously beautiful day in New York City. The weather has finally hit almost 80. I really wanted to play hooky from writing this blog, but guess what? I charged up the laptop and brought it to the park with me! Surprisingly there are a lot of other people out today as well. Do they not have jobs like me? Is the whole world just faking it? Eh, maybe they are all playing hooky too. Anywho, this past week was fairly touristy. My little sisters AND niece and nephew came to visit awesome aunt Bretony! They all flew out for my niece Enshira's 10th birthday. For my 10th birthday, I think I went to Discovery Zone (which is kind of like a midwest version of Chuck E. Cheese). It was the little ones first time ever coming to NYC, so I really tried to make it fun for them. I really had to do some research about kid friendly things to do here though (mainly because all I usually do is go to bars and loner emo stuff). I came up with a bunch of candy related adventures (Dylan's Candy Bar, and dinner at Max Brenner's Chocolate Bar). Also, they really loved Chinatown, Central Park, and Times Square. I love kids in New York now!
Thankfully, this entire week was pretty nice. All sunshine since Tuesday afternoon. As the weather is getting warmer and nicer, I expect to do more outside of the house. Which means, I have to FIND things to do outside of the house. I also attended a Broadway show on Saturday. I have seen about 5 in total now since I've moved here. The one that I saw this week, however, was quite different than the others. I usually like to see shows with some sort of musical and dance aspect. This particular show had no music or dance. It was entirely dialogue. It was only a cast of 2 people as well. It was 90 minutes with NO intermission. Two people just having a conversation for 90 minutes! I know right, sounds like a terrible ADD nightmare. Actually, it was pretty interesting. The show was called "Blackbird". I had no idea what it was about before I went to see it. I had also never seen live actors that I've seen in movies before (Michelle Williams (the white one), and Jeff Daniels). Lots of firsts in one evening!
I don't wanna spoil too much of the show in case anyone wants to see it, but it was a pretty disturbing and emotionally charged scenario in which a girl confronts her abuser years after the incident. As I was looking around the theatre, I noticed a ton of people in deep concern with teary eyes. I had none of that. I was more curious about the whole situation. It dawned on me that I don't really get emotional at sad situations. I could watch the Law and Order: SVU series straight through without a flinch. At times, I think I'm just a robot with no empathy...or sympathy. Why don't sad things make me sad? Why doesn't mayhem cause me grief? I really should analyze these things a bit more. Seeing the actors and the way they were so connected to the scene they were performing made me realize that in order to connect with the viewers, you have to also connect with their emotions. That's why in a number of acting classes they do a bunch of exercises that make you cry and dig up the darkest moments from your past.
Why do emotions have to be associated with something sad though? When you hear the word "emotional", what does it make you think of? Most would probably associate the term with something negative, right? I feel as though, I get more emotional from happy things than sad things. I suppose I'm generally an optimistic person. However, upon further analysis, becoming emotional from something happy entails some sort of initial conflict. Let me explain. Seeing a man sitting down to eat a huge meal, grinning from ear to ear is a happy moment, yes, but not necessarily emotional. Seeing a man on the streets begging for any piece of food a passerby may be throwing away (a conflict), getting a large amount of money from a generous person walking by, then going to get all the food he wants (sitting down to eat a huge meal), can have a much more emotional reaction. Knowing the story behind the happiness and why it is truly a glorious moment often DOES involve a little sadness.
Growing up as a kid, me and my sisters were fairly below the poverty line. Sometimes for Christmas we got nothing. Seeing my niece and nephew now, and how they have SO much more than we use to have, make me smile. What 10-year-olds do you know go on lavish trips to New York City for their birthday? Knowing how a moment comes to be, can make it all the more beautiful. If you are like me, and not easily moved by certain things that everyone else seems to be, don't worry. This just means that you appreciate what lies beneath the surface. Taking something for face value is one thing, but the complete story leads to a greater sense of understanding. If there is a current problem you are facing in your life...a current storm you are weathering...know that when everything finally comes to fruition, the storm was a necessary evil. Perhaps that is why my brain is trained not to cry at sad things. I hold out to shed a tear for the good things that come afterwards...
p.s. I really did wanna play hooky today! I hope this blog made SOME kinda sense. The beautiful weather was distracting!
p.p.s. I was trying to go see Hamilton, but those tickets are so hard to get, sheesh.
p.p.p.s. The only emotional cinematic sad thing I ever remember crying for was the stupid Lion King scene where Mufasa dies. Gets me every freakin time.