So today, waiting for the elevator, I said to my colleague in English, who was not looking forward to being in the building either: I am about to face three hours of sophomores. He grimaced appropriately and then I went to class, where I took Clarissa‘s advice, ditched everything, and did whatever I wanted … and everything worked perfectly.
We were talking about celebrities who have crashed, who they were, what their life was like, what they are doing now, what caused them to crash, how many addictions they had had and why, what they had done or not done under the influence of drugs, and what they were trying to accomplish or escape from. Then we created teams for the case of each celebrity, to create programs for them … not necessarily for rehabilitation, but for health and happiness. Each team wrote a list of suggestions and commands. There was some debate on which programs were the most coherent, and might be the most effective, for the situation of each celebrity.
Listening to the descriptions of these people, particularly those who had been child stars or otherwise very successful, but under a great deal of pressure from above when young, I started to see a kinship between them and myself, a parallel, a relation, and to wonder what it is we were all trying to do via self destruction — break out of an image, break a mirror, break a frame.
It was all very interesting.