From feedback regarding last week’s email, it seems as though there was a misunderstanding.
If in Fact I Have a Sense of Humor, it is Very Dry
Sometimes what I see as an attempt at being satirical, is taken literally. I do not do “Ironic” very well. Last week’s email message was my poor attempt at being tongue-in-cheek. It was intended to come across like a bad script that is trying too hard until it become so so pseudo intellectual that is comical. Much like what I am writing right now.
Some of you thought it was real life, an incident that happened to me in Southern California. It was not. It. It was pure fiction, and poor fiction at that. Sorry for any misunderstanding.
Short Term Role
I am old enough to have made Super 8 films when I was a kid. My intention at 18 was to pursue what I had been doing since age 8, be a magician. I already had a nice side business doing birthday parties, fundraisers and even public performances in theaters and in some cases, magic with a storyline from start to finish. It was my passion, but then those Super 8 films changed everything. I had submitted them on video to an educator who was from a well-known arts family. Suddenly I was being asked to move to the city of angels, which I did, setting my magic wand and collapsible top hat to the side.
And finally, the Theme of of “Living Life as though in a Movie is Introduced!
I mention the just written series of details because it, for me, was a significant moment when I went from something I was genuinely good at (magic) and began to live a part that I had never intended to play which is that of a wanna be filmmaker with very little actual filmmaking talent but was in complete denial of this fact. And tragically, I portrayed this filmmaker character for literally decades. Even after moving to my beloved home since 1988, New York City, did even the reality-inducing Big Apple wake me up to the fact I had been cast in the movie known as my life with a possible tragic ending.
Saved by a Reflection I Never Saw Coming
And it wasn’t until, I was fast becoming and old man that I finally looked in the mirror and knew the sad truth. Ironic, because mirrors are great friends to magicians because they rehearse their tricks for hundreds and hundreds of hours. But no longer pursuing a career as a conjurer, myself and “looking glasses” never got together much. Why then, now, finally taking in “reality?” A much better part came about. A role I never saw coming but when I took it, turned out to be the most rewarding and an important experience for me in my life. One through which I finally found something far more important outside of myself. I became a parent. The most meaningful and important role that I have ever had. And of course, I am not unique with this. Many are having the same kind of experience.
How about You? Are You Living Out a Part?
Are you on the celluloid screen of your own making? If your life was a movie, how would it end? Tragic? Ambiguous? Happy?
P.S. And by the way, this was not intended as a dry satire, although it may seem to be.It was “real life” if such a thing exists.