With a full intermission, our patrons are going to be snoozing long before this show is over. I wonder, sometimes, why I can be so committed to theater, and yet move through the rest of my life kind of aimlessly. I do love it, so I guess that's the attraction, but I don't know why I don't have that kind of passion for seemingly anything else. When it comes to work, I've been in a haze. Nothing interests me, nothing makes me want to be there.
Relationships are the same way.
I'd be likely to meet other guys for quite a while. The only time I went out to a bar in the past two years, I met Craig, and though that ultimately didn't work out, it still shows that I'm still in the running in terms of being an attractive guy. I even approach my apartment in a half-assed manner. I decorate a little, clean up after myself, but it's just a place in which I'm residing, not really a home. But the theater has consistently gotten my best efforts and all of my attention.