Mr Cellophane

"A human being's made of more than air
With all that bulk, you're bound to see him there
Unless that human bein' next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished
You know who..."

-Chicago

I'm not a big Bob Fosse fan, but for those of you who are I understand. Great work. Love Chicago. Everyone know the scene where Amus finally gets called by his name and he looks up at the lawyer and says bewildered with content, "Amus. That's right--my name is Amus." because the whole time people mix up his name and call him Andy?

You can tell it gets him down, like his whole life everyone expected him to be some Andy-guy. And really it's not that big of a deal, but to him you can see it. His whole life has been a big mess of people scrunching up their faces for recognition and saying to one another, "You know him, the one---ahh, what's his name, Andy or something? Yeah. Him."

Let's take for example a couple of days ago where someone ran into me on a bike and not fifty steps later I had to jump off the sidewalk and into a puddle to avoid beeing careened in the face by a skateboarder. Felt like screaming out a "Hey! I'm walkin' here!" Midnight Cowboy-style but I'm not sure if Dustin Hoffman has given up the rights to that scene. And I was running late for class.

This moment right here, where the group from Germany told me they would love to work with me, a lot of frustration I had been having sort of sighed itself out. I don't know if it was the combination of having something to look forward to in the next couple of months, or if it was being able to check something off my big life to-do list, or even if it was just knowing that it is maybe possible, a tiny bit possible, to do something I'm really excited about with my time.
I can look at my name typed on that envelope, think, "That's right--my name is Rebecca" and be content.