Scene Detail
"I mean who has time for an actual relationship anymore?"
| From: Make Me |
| Gender |
Age |
Character Name |
| Female |
30's |
SARAH |
Setup:
Sarah is speaking to her friends, Claire and Grace, a lesbian couple. She is trying to sort out her feelings about the currently estranged relationship she has with Jared. The relationship, to the surprise of both Jared and Sarah, has lasted a year. Jared works as a driver for an overnight delivery service, Sarah is a hospital-based pediatrician. The disparity in their careers has been a source of discomfort, to different degrees, for both of them.
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Monologuecopyright 2001 by Matthew A. Everett
SARAH
The thing that makes me craziest? I keep finding myself thinking in terms of the big picture. There isn't supposed to be a big picture here. Why the hell does this seem to matter so much to me all of a sudden? This was supposed to be short-term, no term at all, a fling. I mean who has time for an actual relationship anymore?
I mean, apart from you two. It's like one day I'm fooling around with the delivery guy, I turn my back for a second, and suddenly it's almost a year later, the guy has a name, sleeps with me almost every night I'm not on-call, has a drawer of his stuff in my dresser, I'm fixing dinner for his friends, and the rules have completely changed. I actually don't mind that a guy got in under my radar. I'm kind of relieved. I just look up and one day, he's there. He's still there. I still can't keep my hands off him. And I like him. I like waking up with him. I don't even mind talking to him, even though there never seems to be enough time to actually do it. Which is an issue. We're having issues. And not, "gee, I guess it's finally time to break up with this guy" issues, but "well, I guess I'm going to have to work a little harder at that" issues.
Someplace I always wanted to be but never thought I'd get.
Certainly not with a delivery guy.
And see, there I go again. Labels. Delivery Guy. Doctor. He called me on that shit. And he's right. Who cares? Well, everyone cares, but why should I care? When it wasn't so - well, serious - labels didn't matter. They shouldn't matter now. He's a person. Jared. A person I like very much. Why'd it have to go all screwy just as I was finally letting it evolve into something?
copyright 2001 by Matthew A. Everett
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