The Kabuki Play 3

Kabuki is a traditional form of Japanese theater that portrays the lives of people who lived during the Edo period (1600-1868). While it's subject matter is primarily historical, Kabuki's extraordinary spectacles of color and sound through acting, dancing and music still symbolize contemporary life.

About Me

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HISTORY OF "THE KABUKI PLAY"

  • The original "Kabuki Play" writings exposed a brash inner monologue as I struggled through the trials and tribulations as a college student. Broken friendships, irritating dorm-mates and akward trips home between semesters kicked off the first "Kabuki Play" series. However, college didn't last forever and "the real world" was right around the corner with drama ten fold.
  • "The Kabuki Play 2," a darker and more disturbing account, told the unsettling story about my first job after graduating from college, it being one of the biggest trainwrecks in the history of "The Kabuki Play." After being caught in the middle of 10 consecutive firings in less than two years and being stuck with four pisspoor bosses, I decided that I'd had enough. So, I quit my job and cut off all the negativity in my life, and moved two hours away from home to start my life over.
  • With a new job, my own apartment and a new beginning, "The Kabuki Play 3" picks up where the second series left off and revisits my inner monologue as I try to leave the past behind me and spread my wings.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Chapter 1.2: Sick

I am so behind with this, but I'm going to do my best to catch up while I have time over the holiday break. Happy Thanksgiving by the way!
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Around the beginning of the summer, I was already sick and tired of White Plains. I guess things get old after living here somewhere for over 20 years, but it was a little more than that. New York's typical "save your own ass" mentality was starting to irritate me and White Plains' nightlife just wasn't exciting--it never has.

Every bar is the same, night after night and week after week. My days of pushing through herds of narcissistic Gotti-wannabe impersonators from Long Island and seeing old overweight classmates from high school wasn't my idea of fun. To top it all off, my local friends weren't interested in anything else besides the bar, and with time, they become rather monotonous too.

My social life had reached an all-time low and living at home became stifling. Even though I had awesome [now former] coworkers whom I'd hang out with occassionally, it just wasn't enough.

Now that I have moved out of White Plains, I feel free--like I'm finally living life. New London has new things for me to try, which I'm very excited about. There are many beaches, parks, docks, piers and restaurants close by. Plus, there is a ferry that travels to Long Island and I'm not that far away from Mohegan Sun.

As uninspired and unmotivated as I was in White Plains, I think New London will provide an environment where I can get back into the arts and start drawing, painting and taking pictures again.

THE APARTMENT
After I got the job offer, which I accepted without hesitation, I ended up having to get my own place in New London. The original plan was to move to Groton, CT and move in with Tori, but things changed at the last second and I had no choice but to get my own place. I was lucky to find something so fast.

The 1-bedroom apartment I selected was the best I saw out of the several places I visited. It's really amazing what people will try to sell you for the price they try to sell it to you. Of course, my parents had their mind set on the first place we saw, but it was so gross, dark and prison-like, there was no way in HELL I would settle for that. The second place we visited is what I decided to choose and despite it being the best, it took me a good month before I started to like it.

It seemed like one thing was going wrong after the next: faulty mailbox key, overly creaky floors, noisy nearby road, broken call box, hard water, unattentive leasing office, non-English speaking maintenance workers and a fucking noisy-as-hell heat pump. To make matters worse, I had no furniture, no friends (other than Tori), bare walls and more stuff than I knew what to do with. The last week of September was extremely stressful, confusing and frustrating, but I have since grown to like my apartment very much.

It took time, but a lot of my "new resident" troubles were resolved. I either got used to my issues or found a way to deal with them.

Of course, the first thing people ask me is if I get lonely living by myself. The answer right now, is no. It's nice coming home after work and not having anybody in my face asking me stupid questions and annoying me or having my brother's fucking cellphone ring at 4 o'clock in the Goddamn morning. I clean up after myself. I can use the bathroom when I want. I can find stuff when I need it. Things are clean, organized and arranged nicely--I must say!

Haha, I've always wanted to be my own boss... and that brings me to my next topic: the job! (...more to come).

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