I’m an actor and an author. Those are the two things I do with my life. They are both horribly time consuming, desperately competitive, bound to shatter your heart, and I would never give up either of them.
But a lot of people don’t consider either to be a real job.
I’m an adult. Not like just out of college and think I’m a grown up. I am actually a full-fledged adult who likes to gripe at youths who aren’t concerned with being politically active. But some people still somehow think that I’m going to outgrow these strange pursuits and choose something sensible to do with my life.
My favorite comments include:
- If you keep practicing, you could really be an actor someday.
Counter balanced by
- You’re so talented, have you considered acting professionally?
There’s also the gems of (accompanied by thoughts like):
- So what do you do for money?
I sacrifice goats to the gods. Would you like to come to the next ceremony?
- What are you going to do—you know—when you’re old?
Be a cooler person than you.
- You should be on Broadway. Why don’t you live in New York?
I like disposable income and hate the smell of pee on the sidewalk.
- Don’t you want to do something more with your life?
I tell stories and make people happy. I may not be curing cancer, but escape and joy are important, dammit.