Daily Aggravation 48: Theater Kids

Even though I’m in my mid-twenties now, I still have a strong aversion to people who were known as ‘theater kids’ in high school. Don’t get me wrong – I love creative people, and I have a lot of respect for anyone who can get on stage and perform in front of an audience. There’s a certain kind of creative person, though, that annoys me to no end. You know the type – they always have to be the center of attention, they wear Porkpie hats without any trace of irony or sense of humor, and they enjoy playing improv games at parties. They’re JUST the WORST. 

I had an encounter with a theater kid recently in a clothing store. An Etta James song started playing on the radio, and a girl with a Caesar cut, a nose piercing and vaguely orthopedic shoes on started singing along to it like she was auditioning for “A Chorus Line.” I wanted to turn to her and say, “Excuse me, bitch, but you’re making my eardrums bleed with your overly-confident, loud warbling. I don’t see Simon Cowell in the store with us, do you? No, right? Then SHUT your DAMN MOUTH and get the hell out of here! And PS: Linda Hunt called, and she wants her look back.” 

Daily Aggravation 23: When someone catches you singing to yourself

While waiting for the elevator in my lobby this morning, I was passionately mouthing along with the Usher song, “Climax,” which is mortifying in and of itself (but it’s SO GOOD, jesus). I was just hitting the sweet spot at 2:53 when a lady came out of one of the doctor’s offices next to the elevator bank and caught me with my fists clenched, brow furrowed and mouth open. I tried to pretend that my jaw was bothering me and kind of massaged the side of my face, but she totally knew that she had witnessed something embarrassing and scurried away. Cringe.