Acting is the most personal of our crafts. The make-up of a human being – his physical, mental and emotional habits – influence his acting to a much greater extent than commonly recognized.
So I was sitting in my Spanish class today thinking about human habits. Now, it’s not an odd thing for me to be avoiding actually listening to the Spanish lecture to opt for a more fun thought wave. But that’s not necessarily why I was thinking of this then. You’d have to see the way we sit to understand this.
I’m not sure how other Spanish classes are set up, but for mine, there are about seven rows of three pushed up against one wall, and seven rows of three pushed up against the opposite wall, facing each other. We were allowed to choose where we sit.
In my first semester this year we were segregated straight down the middle, boys by the window wall, girls by the door. But even within these sections there were splits by how they set themselves up, based more on personality and friends. Now, in my second semester, our class was split in a more complex way, which was made abundantly clear on valentines day. My side? nothing. Not one valentine. The other? Tons.
So yes, basically we split by popularity. Our side made light of this by labeling ourselves the ‘forever alone’ side. Coincidentally, most of us have tumblrs, and though we might not hang out in our day to day life, during that one period of the day, we are a united, fully functions nerd herd.
I love the people in my Spanish class. Even the other side is amusing. One half is the guys, which are mostly made of the the trouble makers, but the funny ones, and the other half consists of the preppy girls. There is no end to the stories I could tell you from that class alone, but that is a story for another post.
In my English class, the room is structured similarly, and we sat ourselves in an order of my group, the quiet girls, the preps, the loudmouths, and then onto the trouble makers. Group discussions are pretty one-sided. Pun intended.
At lunch, we all find ourselves sprinkled amongst the school. My group either eats on the hillside outside, when it’s nice, or on the floor by the heater near the office when it’s not. The same outside groups always sitting around us in their usual places.
During assemblies, you see this pattern setting in as to where we always sit. Based, again, on groups. Now, I should mention that our school isn’t radically divided. But we still have our normal groups, that appear in all school settings.
My point is guys, that when left up to our own devices, we will choose to turn to the familiar, the comfortable. And why wouldn’t we? It’s so ingrained in us that that’s we’re we belong that it is downright scary to go against that.
And it isn’t just in school settings that I see this. It’s everywhere. From buses, parks, and pools, to my job, and coffee shops and even grocery stores. We interact with those who seem the closest to what we have always known.
I have trouble with this at my church especially. It’s a college church, and I attend with my sister. She knows people there, has friends in the congregation, while I… do not. I find myself constantly blending into the background, keeping my trap shut and hovering near my sisters group. I am not my sister, by any means. Her group is not like my own. I almost constantly keep up this feeling of being an outsider. So uncomfortable. Nothing changes when I do this, the uncomfortableness has just become a thing of normalcy.
The question I’d like to pose to ya’ll is how are we ever supposed to experience anything new if we never break from our self determined packs and habits? Sure we have fun together, but how often is that fun really that great? I know my group has become so comfortable with one another that we’ve run out of things to talk about. Lunch periods are rather boring sometimes. But we keep coming back because that’s what we’re used to.
Haven’t the greatest memories, that are story worthy been from those times that we were hurled into the unknown? Curiosity and wonder are natural, and good, but so often we suppress these for familiarity’s sake. Life is not about security. We should be taking chances, changing things up, making mistakes. Nothing would ever be accomplished, no new inventions would be notable if someone hadn’t have stepped out of their personal comfort zone to chase the uncertain path of their thoughts and ideas.
So I pose a challenge to you readers. Try to do at least one uncomfortable thing this week. Whether it be talking to a stranger, sitting in a new area, or simply trying a new restaurant, activity, or outfit style. What ever you want, just go out of the way to reject the ordinary. You may be surprised by the results.
That’s all for now. So until next time, Keep on Dreaming &*)