Jackie: A Tale of Perversity and Woe

I just got back from the first acting class of the semester, and... dear Lord. I feel so emotionally drained and empty but in a... good way? But in also not a good way? I don't really know how to explain it.

We spent the first hour or so doing this thing where music is playing and someone is dancing or whatever in the middle of the room and we have to "get a feel" for what they are doing -- step outside of ourselves and become them. Which was extremely tiring, let me tell you. That wasn't the draining part, though... after that we laid on the floor and we thought about what we "need", and our tragic flaws, and different people in our lives, and... man, I seriously wanted to start crying right in the middle of it. It was so intense I can't even properly describe it. I wanted so much for it to be over, but it just kept going, and now I feel... free? Free of those intense emotions that I was feeling? I don't even know. I'm just sort of like a zombie right now.

You see? This is why I hate method acting. Putting yourself through something like that just to portray a character onstage is ridiculous and is bound to end in ultimate self-destruction.