I’m rehearsing my show “Losing It” again for Cape Town but now it’s called “Lost It” as now it’s become a one-woman show (me). Thank God I wasn’t cut out of my own show. It’s almost worth having a mental breakdown to be able to play in Cape Town. Talk about using a disability to its full advantage. Lucky for me mental illness is everywhere, even in sunny places.
The show is still about the fact that we have no manual; it’s not just about the 1 in 4. It’s about everyone’s malaise which is that we humans are given no instruction manual as far as getting through life. We’re living longer, getting taller, able to communicate with the world at the push of a button and yet we do not know how to run ourselves. Maybe we’re not supposed to know and when we’re finished filling the planet with parking lots, muffin shops and Starbucks, our point on earth will be over and with one big cataclysmic boom, we’ll be gone. No one wants to face that fact so we all stay as busy as we can.
This is how unevolved we are, we don’t even recognize that we spend our whole lives just getting through a to-do list. When we check off something, something else grows in its place. There is no end and here’s the clincher, we hold those who are the busiest in reverence. The more busy, the higher your status as a human being. This is how we distinguish who is a superior being, not by size or virility but how tightly filled our schedules are. It’s probably to hide us from the fact we’re just here to keep the species going, to pass the DNA. Ghandi said, “There is more to life than speed.” Unfortunately he didn’t tell us what, he just left us hanging while he pranced around in his nappy.