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Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Working Out Life's Problems in a Fitting Room

I have another scene that I'm studying for in acting class. I'm Linda. And my friend, Mariel, and I are at a chic boutique. The moment before this scene we were talking about buying the dress Mariel is trying on, whether her husband will kill her for buying the dress, and well how I don't want to get married because her marriage and the marriage of most of my friends suck. There always fighting, or having to hide their credit card receipts. It's not worth it -- getting married. Mariel is married to a rich guy, and she doesn't work.

#1
Mariel doesn't really respect my decision to be single. She's wrong about being married to someone, preferably a rich man, is better than being single. She's wrong.

I wouldn't trade my life for hers; her husband doesn't respect her. I do dream of having a man in my life, someone to marry. Mariel is wrong though to just think my life is unhappy because I don't have a man. I want her to listen to what I have to say -- about those things that would make me happy.

She's great, god I love her, but she's so needy. Sometimes, when I'm in the mood, I like the fact that she needs me. I'm smarter and independent. Today, well, I'm hungry and she's working my nerves. I'll never going to eat.

#2
Mariel is married to a man who doesn't love and respect her. She's perfect and he doesn't see it. I could make her happy, and everything would be perfect. I want her to listen to what I have to say about how I could make her happy. We're best friends. We shop, dine, laugh, and cry together. With Gary, her husband, it's just "don't buy this," or let me ignore you some more. She must know I love her, or I could just explain and make her see what we have.

*****

I don't have the whole scene, so I'm making choices.

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