The enthusiasm of youth is infectious.
Let me qualify that by acknowledging my own youth: I'm 25.
There, i've acknowledged it.
I've always felt a bit of the old fuddy duddy when surrounded by the exuberance of my peers.
I'm not lethargic so much as low energy.
I have never found myself truly invested in the party life. While keg stands happen on my porch i'm content to wonder around the house with a water bottle, flitting from this conversation to the next; participating enough to qualify as a 'party goer' but never even dipping my toe into the deep blue see of 'the life of the party.'
Let those better suited to it take the living lime light; i'll wait until i'm cued to speak.
Some might call the condition that of having an 'old soul' but i would pile that up with all the other half-hearted dismissals of the yet unexplained that are brushed aside with some reference to the ephemeral and unexplainable...who needs a sould
Where was i? Right! a party
So, to find myself surrounded by the thrumming party evening of the college co-ed is like coming home.
It's as if the same party I was merrily ambulating through at WVU has simply picked up and moved to Vermont. Except they have a live dj and better booze.
I know these people. I went to school and work with these people. I love to observe and co-exist with these people.
I have loved being a part of this troupe because it has forced me to become slightly more invested.
I cannot disconnect from these people for they are all i have.
But these folks, these lovely lively players and makers and scholars and teachers all...they are INTO IT.
I can't thank them for it in the moment because that would sound silly and unnecessary but i do appreciate them. What would i be doing right now if it weren't for them? Sitting in my hotel room, feeling sorry for myself and my discontent at my own disconnect...
Well, here i am.
So, thank you, St. Michael's students.
Thank you for making me better appreciate my own youth and pulling me out of the wings as i participate in life happening around me.
Let me qualify that by acknowledging my own youth: I'm 25.
There, i've acknowledged it.
I've always felt a bit of the old fuddy duddy when surrounded by the exuberance of my peers.
I'm not lethargic so much as low energy.
I have never found myself truly invested in the party life. While keg stands happen on my porch i'm content to wonder around the house with a water bottle, flitting from this conversation to the next; participating enough to qualify as a 'party goer' but never even dipping my toe into the deep blue see of 'the life of the party.'
Let those better suited to it take the living lime light; i'll wait until i'm cued to speak.
Some might call the condition that of having an 'old soul' but i would pile that up with all the other half-hearted dismissals of the yet unexplained that are brushed aside with some reference to the ephemeral and unexplainable...who needs a sould
Where was i? Right! a party
So, to find myself surrounded by the thrumming party evening of the college co-ed is like coming home.
It's as if the same party I was merrily ambulating through at WVU has simply picked up and moved to Vermont. Except they have a live dj and better booze.
I know these people. I went to school and work with these people. I love to observe and co-exist with these people.
I have loved being a part of this troupe because it has forced me to become slightly more invested.
I cannot disconnect from these people for they are all i have.
But these folks, these lovely lively players and makers and scholars and teachers all...they are INTO IT.
I can't thank them for it in the moment because that would sound silly and unnecessary but i do appreciate them. What would i be doing right now if it weren't for them? Sitting in my hotel room, feeling sorry for myself and my discontent at my own disconnect...
Well, here i am.
So, thank you, St. Michael's students.
Thank you for making me better appreciate my own youth and pulling me out of the wings as i participate in life happening around me.
I hope all of your castmates and teachers, etc. read this.
ReplyDeleteAnd it couldn't all the wallflowers of the world as well.
I also hope I'm not out of line by saying I wouldn't have necessarily pictured you that way, but all I really have to go on is pre-show and intermission. It's really nice to get all this inside information here, though! I love getting to know you guys.
:) I miss you all. Alicia said she got to hang out with you in Bar Harbor, and I wish so much that I could have been there. I'm glad you're loving the troupe as much as I love you all!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome :) Glad to liven the tour up a bit for you guys!
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