Self-Own
I was having one of those days
Feeling really down and depressed
So I went online and wrote reviews
On Yelp, Google and Angie’s List
So that everyone would know
About my miserable experience:
“One out of five stars
Worst two hours of my life.
Why does it feel like I’m not alone
In here, two shades of the same thing
Like darkness and midday light
Fighting over what’s left of the moon.
I didn’t sign up to be the performer
On stage in front of an audience of ghosts
Caught in the circling vortex
Where I’ll never remember my lines
No matter how much I study,.
And the doors remain locked
So no one can ever get up and leave.”
The comments section was even more bleak:
Tried it once, won’t go back
I called the county health department the minute I got in my car
If existential dread was a felony this poor man would be facing life without parole
Although the food was good the mood was funereal
What is this? What the hell?
Made us eat in the back alley in the rain
He obviously needs help. I gave him the number to a therapist I was seeing
Honestly it was embarrassing;
51 years old and thinking I’m the one
Whose job it is to monitor the person
Out there impersonating the actor
Hired to bring this hackneyed script to life.
Buzzing my own self out like that
For no good reason on such a fine summer evening.
I was mortified, being stuck inside his head,
Both for him and for how I would feel
The next day, musing on alienating moments
While looking at his face in the mirror.
I wouldn’t recommend his services to anyone.
Caveat emptor!
I wish I could say I’ll never return again
But I know I will.
He was at least hospitable and didn’t make excuses.
He recognized right away the truth:
It isn’t “social anxiety” or “supply chain issues”,
He just isn’t very comfortable with himself
Even when no one else is there
Watching
The only good part was learning
Something true about myself.
Well it’s a start, I suppose.
The first step is summoning the courage to look.
For that I’ll probably give him another chance
9/8/24
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