If I’m speaking out loud or about something personal, chances are, I’ll crack a joke and try to make it entertaining, or worthy of an audience.
Even if that audience is just one person.
That’s just always been who I am.
In acting class recently, after doing my monologue for the first time, my teacher had me sit on my hands and just speak the words from a place of truth, nothing else. No big expressions, no wild hand gestures. No need to entertain or perform.
I was just to be.
It was torture.
“Why?” I asked. “This just feels wrong.”
She said, “Trust me.”
I did my monologue again. And this time, when I was done, she asked me how it felt. I told her I felt like a brick wall, void of any emotion and boring as hell.
She and the class disagreed – saying it was way more powerful this way.
Stunned, I asked: “But how?”