Monologue...
Original Piece by Sammi
Character: Alexis
Gender: Female
Age (range): Teens
Style: Drama
Length: Approx. 2 minutes
Background Info: Told from a first-person point of view. A rather confused teenager is caught up in dealing with her friends problems and is starting to feel sorry for herself. Her stress amounts to quite a rant.
I hate it when they all come running to me when they need someone to listen to them whine. I guess they just carelessly suspect that I'm immune to sadness and depression. What they don't see is that I'm just like them. To them, I'm this pillar of happiness that's always standing up proudly. To them, I've got no troubles in my daily life-- it's all just flowers and sunshine. They don't stop to consider that maybe all this depression surrounding me gets me down once in a while.
But, no, they've got their own problems to deal with first. So, they come to me. They want to hear me say that everything will be okay in the end, and that things really aren't as bad as they seem to be. I need to listen to them ramble on about their crushes not liking them and their boyfriends not spending every minute of every hour of every day with them.
Maybe... it's my fault. I put on this front like I'm always so happy and cheery, so they naturally come to the happiest person they can find within a mile radius. Maybe they're hoping a little bit of my happiness will be passed onto them. Maybe they think that they'll be happier if they're like me.
Oh, God. Stop me. I'm going on an ego trip again.
But they wouldn't want this happiness spared onto them-- if you can even call it happiness. I can barely handle it anymore. People say that I'd make a good psychologist, and maybe they're right. But if it means dealing with all of this everyday, I don't think I would. I don't think I could! I--
I've really got to stop saying "I" so much.
So what do you think?