People-watched by people watchers

To struggle in rays of the setting sun, the world seems bleak and tragic. We fight to fit the standard imposed on us by superficial, critics on power-trips. Are these jeans faded enough? Does this shirt go with these shoes? And my hair, I spent too much energy on, Is it perfectly disheveled now? Is this living? Day in and day out, a reminder of how I ought to look and how I ought to sound, where I should have risen to by 25 and for what? So I slip into societal norms undetected, unnoticed. Like herded sheep in a plastic consumeristic field to be shaved and shaped into their ideal image.... The world delights not me. Twisting, turning, evolving towards falsification. The dreams of those to become alien to who they are or once were. Craving acceptance by means of conformity. I've lived as a sheep exceeding two decades and I require more from this life than that. More than just looking the part, or sounding smart, or pushing for a fresh start with their preplanned destiny. I am th...

On March, 10 2012, I was cast as Buddy Holly in the Buddy Holly story. It has been 6 weeks since then and the transformations are becoming progressively escalated. The man I portray is fierce, confident, secure in who he is, gentle at times, but a real icon in American history. In most other realms of my life, I mirror these same qualities. However, when I am standing in Buddy's shoes, that confidence flees, that security is hacked, and fear trumps fierce. Partly due to inadequate line memorization and self-doubt of lyrical/instrumental confidence.  This challenge overwhelms me at times. Expected to know everything full-time school has exposed me to but also the play responsibilities and at times, I feel like 3 different people in one day. I speak politics in my government class, SHIFT, lab procedure where I'm injecting severed DNA fragments in a gel electrophoresis for a majors level biology class, SHIFT, fly home to immediately zip up to Georgetown, now I'm Buddy Holly. ...