To current and future employers: I have an awesome work ethic, honestly.

Jan 02, 2009 17:17

In movies, often the narrator (if there is one) is a main character in the film. Sometimes it's an older version of the character (as in that character grew up or grew old and is now telling the story). I imagine only very rarely is the narrator a younger version of a character in the film (a scenario I would love to see).
Both of those instances often involve (usually) two different actors - one as the character, and one as the narrator. Which makes sense. And sometimes the narrator is just a narrator and has nothing to do with anything. And sometimes the narrator is James Earl Jones.
And sometimes the narrator and a character are the same person and this has always irrationally bothered me. Especially if it is an interior monologue narration style. If it is more of a story-telling style, I'm not so bothered. My problem with this is that our voices sound different to us in our heads. Resonances and sinuses and that big ole brain cavity - and then you hear a tape recording of yourself and you freak the fuck out. I do. I sound like I'm in kindergarten! Why doesn't anybody tell me these things?
So the narrator and the character are voiced by the same person. Ok, fine, whatever. That makes more sense to the audience. But if it's an interior monologue, it should be the voice that the character hears in their head and NOT the voices that everyone around them hears. But how can you measure that voice that exists only in your head? How can you describe it to another person? How can you systematically and empirically define it in any way? No one else can experience is, no instruments can reach it.

I am sitting here at work writing these musings on little pieces of scrap paper because I cannot for the life me focus. Which is not to say that I'm not doing any work. I am. Work is getting done, albeit exceedingly slowly and with complete space outs. I am sleepy, not tired, just sleepy and unable to focus my thoughts to the necessary level. Which is fine because I'm (mostly) caught up with things. I just feel bad that I'm not being a good drone. They are paying me.

I am a morning person. That is part of my definition of myself. Except, apparently, in the winter. It is cold and my bed is warm so fuck you all and go to hell I want to stay in my bed. It's dark out! How can I expect myself to get up before the sun?
(except and expect - so similar yet so different)
In the summer I will be glad to wake up at 5 in the morning. I will watch the sunrise and walk places and do early morning public marketing. I will stay up all night (on occasion) or whatever and be functioning in the morning. But winter mornings just don't work for me.
So how can I define myself as a morning person when half the year the morning can go fuck itself? Am I lying to myself? How do I know? I do like the morning. But I like sleep too. And I like warmth and comfortableness the most. So am I only a morning person with exceptions? An addendum? A caveat? Fine print? Kind of defeats the purpose of making a broad statement. Or a definition.
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