I'm a professional actor. I WANT to be liked. Hell, EVERYONE wants to be liked. It's a basic human desire, "please like me." I've had to get used to being rejected on a daily basis and having some people just NOT like me. It's really HARD to realize that this isn't because I'm a bad person or because I have no talent, but simply because no matter who you are or how hard you work, someone will always dislike you. The important thing is remember all your friends who ADORE you.
I try to find the random happy for the random bad. Yesterday I saw one of my girls talking to her dad. I hadn't been introduced to the dad so I tweaked her pigtail and asked "are you gonna introduce me to dad?" He immediately got in my face and growled at me, "don't you touch my daughters hair. Never touch my daughter's hair. Her hair is real, you understand? You don't touch it, ever." Then he took her and stomped off. That completely took me aback because it's not like I gave her a new hairstyle, I simply touched it. I was feeling awful in the cardrive on the way home when I saw a guy utterly rocking out in his car to some music. He was headbanging and singing and when he saw me looking instead of getting mad or embarassed, he just grinned and rocked out even harder. So that was a random bit of happy I was able to exchange for my random bit of crap. I try to assign just as much importance to the happy little things as to the bad little things. It's hard, but when I manage it it makes me more sane.
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Date: 2009-07-23 04:43 pm (UTC)I try to find the random happy for the random bad. Yesterday I saw one of my girls talking to her dad. I hadn't been introduced to the dad so I tweaked her pigtail and asked "are you gonna introduce me to dad?" He immediately got in my face and growled at me, "don't you touch my daughters hair. Never touch my daughter's hair. Her hair is real, you understand? You don't touch it, ever." Then he took her and stomped off. That completely took me aback because it's not like I gave her a new hairstyle, I simply touched it. I was feeling awful in the cardrive on the way home when I saw a guy utterly rocking out in his car to some music. He was headbanging and singing and when he saw me looking instead of getting mad or embarassed, he just grinned and rocked out even harder. So that was a random bit of happy I was able to exchange for my random bit of crap. I try to assign just as much importance to the happy little things as to the bad little things. It's hard, but when I manage it it makes me more sane.