Diagnosis and reaction.
First, THANKS to everyone in Seattle! You were a great opening volley for Antiviolence, and it was great talking to you guys just before the event. I will be coming up there to visit ASAP, probably as soon as I am "stable" enough to drive that far at least…
Yeah, I said "stable" enough. For at least the next 2 weeks, I’ve been officially diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The 2 week diagnosis is so that should I need a figurative "doctor’s note" for school, work, etc., that I’ll have something to get people to stop badgering me to "get over it". I’ll be sitting down with some brain shrinkers to see if my grey meat’s too gooey. Christ. How original is that: "He DJ’s at all these goth clubs, he’s an actor, lives in Hollywood, and he goes to a therapist"…. please, don’t let me end up on Prozac. (cue Seinfeld: "Not that there’s anything wrong with that!")
This comes as of yesterday. I was feeling pretty badly about getting yet another "label" tacked onto me, something else for people to use as a stepping stone to make themselves feel superior, when, all of a sudden…
WHAM!!!!!! As Molly and I are walking out of the KDMC campus, some poor dude gets totally nailed (by an SUV) while walking across a cross walk. We stop, assess his position and that the other cars are stopping, and then RUN like there is no tomorrow to the ER and grab an EMT that had just been finishing cleaning up puke off of her uniform. I guess if you’re gonna get hit by a car, there’s a LOT of worse places to do it! I hope that guy is OK, his leg was pretty mashed up, and they had to brace his neck. Oh, get this… the person who hit him… yes, she stopped… she was wearing SCRUBS! I’d be pretty sure she was going on her lunch break of some such and was just rushing too much to watch where she was driving.
God, everyone, please look where you are going.
In other news, I was referred to the Brass Agency by my friends Nick and Darryl. I rarely hear anyone say anything good about their agency, and two people who don’t know each other were raving about Brass. I got my headshots into them ASAP, their just the one’s that Shok did, though, so I do have a few flaws in them, but I feel pretty confident; my current profile pic was the base for one of the headshots, if you’re curious. I look at my "acting resume", I never realized how much stuff I’ve done! Dag.
hey! Maybe I’ll be a barista in the meantime! I actually liked that job back when I had it.
:cue theme song from ‘The Facts of Life’:
July 20th, 2005 at 2:04 am
I look fwd to seeing you soon again… btw, let’s both go to SEATTLE together!
How’s dat?
July 20th, 2005 at 9:09 am
Hang in there Josh. Seems everyone has a therapist nowadays. Gives you “cool points” and if your ‘pist gives you drugs, you’re part of the “in” set…trust me. ;p
July 20th, 2005 at 1:00 pm
Yo man, we could both be struggling actors who make coffee for other struggling actors in a city full of, what else, but struggling actors. It’ll be great!
July 22nd, 2005 at 3:13 pm
Joshua - I cover transportation for the Los Angeles Times and would like to reach you, but there is no email address on this site anywhere. Please contact me at 213-237-7001 or sharon.bernstein@latimes.com.
August 2nd, 2005 at 10:59 am
I had something I wanted to make clear, as I inadvertently hurt at least one of my friends feelings and I hope I don’t hurt anybody else’s feelings. I’ll just quote from a note I sent to them regarding my stance on Prozac type things…
“…there are many people I know, love, and trust on Prozac and many other things. I think you took my comment a bit too literally. If I am prescribed Prozac, I’ll take it, and I won’t be ashamed.
My fears are not based on my viewpoint of it as a medication, but how I have seen people that are on it discriminated against unfairly in many circumstances…. I support people in any pursuit of happiness so long as it doesn’t hurt others, and I didn’t mean to make it seem I was judging anyone….”
On that note, by all means, if anyone has any questions on my viewpoints on anything at all, feel free to ask. I promise I’m a nice guy and won’t be all jerky in my reply.