| 001: Confession is for that other religion |
[07 Jul 2006|11:00pm] |
Every time I make a plan, God laughs at me.
I was meant to follow in my two older brother's footsteps; to take on a respectable profession by Jewish standards. You know the type: doctor, lawyer, banker, that sort of thing. My eldest brother managed the doctor thing, which isn't surprising really. He'd a girlfriend in school said he was good with his hands. I'm a klutz, so that route wasn't for me. My second eldest brother, a man with a gift for gab, took on the role of barrister. He'd managed the bar no worries. I've never been the sort good with numbers, so I'd thought I could go the lawyer route as well. I mean I've always been good with a debate and could hoodwink my own mother, so I tried that. Course I'd ended up dropping out in favor of theatre, but that didn't turn out too bad did it? We'll not discuss the incessant nattering from my parents, and the unending heartburn which ensued. But all's well that ends well, as they say. at least for me.
So while my younger brother took on his life's role as accountant, I've continued giving my parents reason to skip Temple on various occasions so they'd not have to hear whispers the likes of, "that Jason wore a dress and kissed a man!" Well, you know the kind of things I mean. Doesn't help all those people's grandchildren are trotting off to see each Harry Potter film, and me sporting my fancy Paris Hilton wig.
I'd planned to finish school and make my parents happy, which didn't turn out as expected, God smirked. I'd planned to wait til at least mid-30's before I'd settle down with anyone. Course I jumped the gun ten years early, and God began to chuckle. I decide fine, I'll become the biggest star in cinema, hundred times over millionaire and live the soft life thereafter. God is definitely laughing.
Course now I know that's not what I want. I've realized that those I know with all that celebrity and wealth also have hellish lives, I mean hideously compromised lives. So I'll take the road less traveled, let the other bloke get the girl. I had to do some films my children would be able to see eventually anyway, and that never entails the naked and sweaty sort of romances that lead to Oscars.
My girls can't see the lion's share of what I've done til they've put quite a few more years behind them and that's fine. I've no wish to rush their growth. I'm enjoying these early years of their lives. So for them, I'll continue to don the hideous wig, and play the slippery Lucius. Harry Potter is like crack.
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