Real me, even through the movie screen.

Just when I think I would like to participate in the charades and the set starts to look appealing. And the spotlight moves closer to me and I'm ready for the director to say action. The real me inside comes out and I decide this is not the time or the place. The players are not quite ready for the roles took on and the script is mediocre. I also realize that my spotlight is not as big as it could be. And the real me reassures me that when it is time for me to participate everything will be its biggest and best, because that's the way life is its always perfect in the right time.

Mr. Right?

It seems like everyone she meets that she has a little chemistry with she wants to make him Mr. Right. She wants him to wife her up, buy her a house and she wants to have his babies. Before he can formally introduce himself she has already picked out the colors for the wedding. She never stops to question whether Mr.Right wants the same. Seems a bit naive to me. So, as the story goes on she falls in love with this guy. In her mind he was That Guy. In his head she became That Girl. As time progressed That Guy began to cheat on that girl. Was this time or was it the case all along? She didn't know and she didn't care to know. She knew he was cheatig but she just hoped it would get better and forced herself to believe his lies because he had to be Mr. Right. She had this perfect vision of the way their lives would be once they finally settled down and got married. What she failed to mention to herself in this painted fairytale was that Mr. right cheated on Mrs. Right to be with her. Eventually his mannerisms rubbed off on her because she began to cheat on him with plenty of other guys that she imagined could be The One if Mr.Right failed to meet her expectations in her time frame. Years past and the cycle continued. In the end Mr. Right became Mr. Wrong which turned out to be a good thing. In love how many Mr. Wrong's does it take to find Mr. Right? In the case Mr. Right does come along is it an imagination or was it meant to be?