Once upon a time, in a leafy area of North London one misty evening, upon my journey home I encountered a male figure crouching down and attending to something on the ground. As I approached him, it seemed as though the still gentleman was carefully and delicately picking something off the ground arranged on a rectangular object.
"Oh no", I thought, "poor guy has smashed his phone. Sad face". This, of course, is my default thought, having written off three phones of late, only two of them being my own.
Upon closer inspection, I saw that this was not a phone, but a card. And upon it, beautifully moonlit - was a slug. Yes, a slug. One of those gooey things that leave a snot trail out its arsehole and its killer blue pellets a staple diet of the garden centre.
The man lifted the card on which such arsehole snot producing creature sat like a Cinderella in her pumpkin, and headed towards the bush, presumably to return mucus arse to its natural habitat. I couldn't help but beam manically at him as I walked past.
Sounds like a (weird) fairy tale right? And every fable has a moral...
How many times have we all felt like the most ugly, useless, unemployable creature to walk this earth, let alone enter an industry where one is judged on looks, prodded, poked and made to turn on a dime?
You are that slug. Yes, you are. So am I. And out there, exist people who will stop, take notice of you and help you. Even if you resemble a bogey and it's dark. Human nature is human nature and it extends to slugs, vermin, crustaceans, insects and... even actors. Just because you have faced endless rejection in the past does not mean that is all there is. There are wonderful people in this industry and there is a slug saviour for all of us, you just don't know when they're going to turn up for you. Have faith, keep going... you never fail, you just give up.
"Oh no", I thought, "poor guy has smashed his phone. Sad face". This, of course, is my default thought, having written off three phones of late, only two of them being my own.
Upon closer inspection, I saw that this was not a phone, but a card. And upon it, beautifully moonlit - was a slug. Yes, a slug. One of those gooey things that leave a snot trail out its arsehole and its killer blue pellets a staple diet of the garden centre.
The man lifted the card on which such arsehole snot producing creature sat like a Cinderella in her pumpkin, and headed towards the bush, presumably to return mucus arse to its natural habitat. I couldn't help but beam manically at him as I walked past.
Sounds like a (weird) fairy tale right? And every fable has a moral...
How many times have we all felt like the most ugly, useless, unemployable creature to walk this earth, let alone enter an industry where one is judged on looks, prodded, poked and made to turn on a dime?
You are that slug. Yes, you are. So am I. And out there, exist people who will stop, take notice of you and help you. Even if you resemble a bogey and it's dark. Human nature is human nature and it extends to slugs, vermin, crustaceans, insects and... even actors. Just because you have faced endless rejection in the past does not mean that is all there is. There are wonderful people in this industry and there is a slug saviour for all of us, you just don't know when they're going to turn up for you. Have faith, keep going... you never fail, you just give up.