A couple of years ago, I was volunteering at a local festival in town. My task was directing people where to park as it was a little confusing. One point in the afternoon, a strange man approached me saying that while he parked illegally, it was ok. He left his business card. He also said that I needed to show some ambition. I found out later in the day that the strange man was none other than the mayor.
Last night I had another run in with the mayor. It was the red carpet premiere for the Capitol City Film Fest. I didn't know what to expect or who was technically invited. I didn't know if I would know anyone, I didn't care. All I knew is that it was free, there was going to be food, I was hungry and needed to get out of the house. So I went. I ended up standing a few people behind Virg in line for the horderves. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud.
Turned out I did know someone there. I ended up seeing one of my friends who is in the film industry. I made my way over and met lots of other whose who in the local film world. Everyone wanted to know who I was and why I was there. Not that I didn't belong, just casual curiosity and polite exchanges of "hello's" and "what do you do's". I quickly realized I have no answer to that question.
A few weeks ago I went to a job fair. I knew what to expect and in hindsight wondered what compelled me to go. It reinforced my criticism of the whole career mentality. A bunch of phonies trying to lure you in by expecting you to be phony back. No real authenticity. That would break the facade, expose the lie that we don't really know each other. Nor do we want to.
Last night was different. I wasn't going to impress or get a job or meet people or any of that. I was going for the experience and of course chicken. The funny thing was, no one seemed to mind. They actually enjoyed my honesty. One of the guys I met actually bought me a drink and invited a bunch of us out to the local hot spot for a night out...on him. People were intrigued by me....without me trying to impress.
I realize I still need to find a concise way to answer the question of what I do. I have always hated the question. But it's not the question's fault. I can still be me in answering the question. So for now, the answer I gave last night will have to suffice. I just live life. I think that is one of the most ambitious endeavors one could have.
wounded warrior
A fellow journeyman struggling to rediscover his first love. These are my tears, my wounds, my struggles, and my questions. May, as the saints of old have said, they be the tools other's lives are built on.
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