Acting class

 Mind: You ready for dis?


Body: I'll do whatever, just gimme the green light.

Sharda: The floor is cold.

Mind: The floor is cold.

Body: Oh, shit. (Starts freaking out about the floor, hopping from one foot to the other, squeezing thighs together, clambering on the window sill, minimizing contact with the floor, standard stuff)

Mind: The floor is not cold.

Body: I'm in the middle of something. Make up yourself, please.

Mind: You're doing great, I'm just not feeling it.

Body: Should I stop?

Mind: No... The soles are actually getting pretty warm. I KNOW. Keep doing what you're doing but let's add an objective. Your objective is to make your soles as warm as possible. Because that's what you would do if the floor is cold, right? Generate heat. Yes, that's it. Phew I don't have to pretend. (with authority) Body, freak out like you want to warm your soles.

Body: On it. (Doubles down on freaking out. Shut down mode imminent. Muscles tensing. Subtly creating friction against the floor. Balls of feet mashing against the floor. Feet are warm.)

Mind: I guess I'm the kind of guy that needs an objective huh? Like, I can't exist in a state without giving myself a goal. I can't be vulnerable. I mean, that's pretty instinctive isn't it? Like, being primal means having a goal of survival. If I'm cold, I have a goal of wanting to create warmth. If it's hot, I have a goal of minimizing contact with the floor. If I'm hungry, I hunt. Polarizing states tend to lead to an objective to get back to neutrality. So if I can't fully immerse in a state, I can get by with fully embodying the objective.

Body: Dude, will you shut up.

Published on
4/28/19 7:46 AM

*sniff* Where it all began

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