oscar the grouch

i really need to be angry at something or someone right now. just recently, it enrages me to be surrounded only by opinions that conflict with mine, from beaten-to-a-pulp controversial issues to whether or not RENT the movie or play is better.

so we saw RENT, enjoyed roger's hollow voice especially, hated the bad sound system, and did not get to meet the cast like we were expecting. i give the overall night a 6 out of 10. -2 points for the shitty sound, -1 point because no backstage access and -1 point because some people i went with did not like it.

that night, the RENT night, was i think the first time i've ever felt truly scared of growing older. when the production was over and the masses of people were filing out, we saw an elderly man sitting on the stairs completely blocking traffic. his accompanying party was surrounding him and obviously in the process of getting him help, aka: a wheelchair. the crowd around him couldn't really go anywhere very quickly, so we (me + 100s of other people) were waiting for a good 5 minutes while this man just had to sit there and sigh. standing there and watching this awkward situation gave my brain time to switch from myself to him. how embarrasing and humiliating. i really have no nice conclusions and grandiose statement about the elderly population, except for the fact that i think i would like my focus of interior design to be assisted living communities.

STILL ANGRY!