Pain Seems To Be Easier, Or Melancholy

I Think I'm Still Trying To Find My Feet As An Actor. And I Know It Ain't Brain Surgery, But It Confuses Me And It Comes Between Me And My Sleep A Lot.

It's So Technical. It's Nothing Personal. You're Not Fighting Really, You're Missing Each Other By A Half Of Foot At Least, Ideally More And You Get A Few Knocks And Bruises. But With The Kissing, You Do Kiss Someone. Its Lips On Lips.

I Couldn't Care Less About Who Sees My Bits ... My Friends Asked How I Could Do Scenes Like That And Not Get Excited, But It Wasn't Like That. My Bits Looked The Size Of A Cashew Nut!

I'm Not Optimistic At All, Nor Am I Pessimistic.

It As An Argument Between The World Of Emotion Versus The World Of The Intellect. It's The Idea That You Can Suppress A Person's Mind And A Person's Experiences, Mentally, Psychologically And Intellectually, But You Can't Completely Quiet Them To The Point Of Dormancy And The Emotionally Life A Person. You Still Have The Heart And What The Heart Remembers And What The Heart Experiences. And Even That Isn't Important That That Comes Across.