Wednesday, May 30, 2012
It is a rare occasion when art imitates the particularities of ones life so perfectly and I was not prepared to have such a close encounter when I entered The Second Stage Theatre for a production of Paul Weitz's Lonely, I'm Not, but here it was. A gentleman has a mental breakdown and after years of not being sure how to put his life back together, meets someone who he might possibly have a relationship with, but she moves to New York and he stays away to see where things might end up and decides that getting a job as a barrista at Starbucks will be his low stress entre back into the world of the living. Not to be too transparent, but in the last few years, I have been like that girl, entwined with a man who has had the same exact experience over the last four years (breakdown, tries the relationship, decides to work at Starbucks as it will not be mentally taxing). She, however, is blind and it made me wonder if I too was metaphorically blind. Blind to what, who can be sure. But much like Topher Grace's Porter, I too might well say, "Lonely? I'm not." and it would be no less convincing.