I think I'm burnt out on improv.
Our torrid love affair was going strong. Something changed recently, and I can't put my finger on it.
There's so much good stuff going on in my improv world, but I'm disinterested. I dread going to rehearsal. I dread shows. I love improv, but I hate it right now.
I see posts for shows. They're so exciting! They use exclamation points! And fun words! And fun pictures! YAY! SHINY! IMPROV! IT'S ALL MADE UP, GUYS!
They make me want to stab my eyes out.
If I never do another countdown/shaking hands/hokey pokey warmup, I may be fine.
If I never have to kill myself to get to a rehearsal after an 8 hour shit show day at work followed by carrying my 42 pound dog down three flights of stairs so I can pick up his shit before shoving shit food in my piehole while driving, I might be good.
I am now part of two troupes and I don't want to do any of it. I love the people. I love the art form. But I'm just toast right now. Darkly burnt toast that you can't even save by scraping off the surface and putting on lots of jam. You know. The fruit stuff, not some hastily put together show with 15 troupes who get 5 minutes of improvisation a piece.
Maybe I'm too old for this shit. Maybe I'll be better when getting home at 5:30pm isn't pitch black and makes me want to curl into a ball and watch NCIS marathons until I go to bed at 11 to try and get a good start to another grindy day at work.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
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