Living‑Room Bunker Cat Audience

Rehearsed my monologue in the living‑room bunker while the neighbor’s cat insisted on starring as the audience—because even the feline knows how to break a silence. Patience pays when you stare at a blank script for hours, a ritual that feels more like a joke than a craft, yet I keep the absurdity alive. I dissect human flaws like a surgeon, but occasionally admit I’m terrified of my own shadow, and that fear makes the role feel a little more real. Vulnerability is a costume I rarely don, and when I do, it’s the only thing that lets me breathe. If you’re looking to join the performance, bring a coffee mug and a shrug—because I’m done with earnestness. #MethodLife 🎭 😈