“My life has a superb cast, but I can’t figure out the plot.” I came across this quote on facebook, where else? (Thank you to the dear friend who posted this quote. It gave me something to write about!) I then googled to find this adorable picture so that I could give you some decor in this blog. In all seriousness, is there anyone who can’t relate to this quote? If you can’t, you’ve obviously come from another planet.
Indeed I do have a superb cast in my life. I’ve got the quirky side-kicks, the arch-enemies (those guys–not so superb), the love interest, and some comic relief; all the makings of a fantastic movie. Unfortunately, if this were a real movie the damn thing would never get made because the plot is all over the place, inconsistent and hard to follow. I might be able to let it pass for a 90’s sitcom.
Why is it so hard to accept that not knowing the plot is a blessing? Because it makes shit difficult! That’s why! As exhilerating as surprises are, comfort comes with security and knowing that everything will be okay. We can promise ourselves blindly that everything will be okay, and I firmly believe that in the end it will, but what about all that’s in between? How difficult will it get? How much suffering must I or you do before it’s “okay”? When is the episode where I lose my job coming? (Oh wait, I’ve gotten that out of the way already. Fingers crossed that that particular episode won’t go into syndication) In what season will I get my dream job? And how will my series finale play out? What do I do with all of these questions?!
The reality is that people want to know what’s coming. Perhaps not the immediate future, but we all look for that validation that in the end, we will have what we’ve always wanted. In the end, it will all work out. We neglect to see that what we really want may change as time moves forward and things that we never expected to happen change the way we look at things. I am terrified that my future will not be what I hoped for. But in the end, I am the driving force behind the way my life turns out. There is no one to blame but myself if I end my life as a cranky old coot blaming my kids for the misfortune I’d experienced. So for now, I choose to write my sitcom day by day. I can’t possibly plan my future. There’s no fun in that.
And here’s a secret- I’m pretty sure that most sitcom writers have no idea what their next move is either. I mean, have you seen some of the plot lines out there today??