The Lights Are Flashing

You know when you go see a play and the first act is a certain way, either sad, uplifting, serious, or delightful, and then the intermission happens. And you either get up and stretch your legs or talk about what happened in Act I or you stay seated and try to guess what will happen in Act II. You might try to figure out if the rest of the play is going to be different or the mood might change or the storyline might shift or there might be a surprise ending. Either way you think you have like twenty minutes or so to get up and walk around and try to process what happened or you can stay sitting and get lost in your own predictions of what may come next, but then either way you run out of time. Just when you are about to buy M&M's from the concession stand the lights flash on and off. Or right when you are about to solve the mystery, figure out how to save the girl and kill the bad guy the lights flash and you snap back to reality. I think the lights are flashing in my life right now, I'm about five minutes away from starting my Act II. All the other guys in the house have classes starting and they are getting ready for the second semester of the college year. And in their own ways they are all different from the previous semester. Some are single, some have more classes, some are going to be on different campuses. They're at the beginning of their Act II, but I've still got flashing lights. My training doesn't begin until February 22nd, my new position at work doesn't start until right around that time too. So I'm just circling the theater waiting until I have to take my seat again. This just gives me more time to stretch my legs to make sure I can sit through Act II. Because no matter what the playbill says, there can always be surprises. Better make sure I'm ready.

"In the theater the audience wants to be surprised but by things that they expect" -Tristan Bernard