A Lie of the Mind...I found truth...

Last night in my play reading group, we read "A Lie of the Mind" by Sam Shepard. It was a very bizarre play about two dysfunctional families that are connected through a bad marriage. I had a hard time grasping the meaning of the play, or the moral, as I didn't relate to any of the characters. I most related to the character Frankie as he was the most sane and normal one in the whole show. It's weird to think about. I come from a "split" family. My parents divorced when I was a tender age and was still learning new concepts and ideals. Most people I know have poor relationships with their parents or families and fall into that "Breakfast Club" stereotype of hating or resenting their families. Even though my parents got divorced and we had some hard times, I don't hate or resent any of that. If anything, it made me stronger person and it taught me a lesson about life and love that I will never forget. The play last night was just a bizarre story about a family that has some major issues. It made me grateful for my family and the love we all share towards each other. It was hard for me to find the meaning in the show until I really started reflecting on my own life. A lot of the others at the reading were all relating to the show in a very personal way, but I think I am now seeing it as making me thankful for my life. I don't have to deal with many of the issues that others have to deal with. So, after my struggling to find meaning to the play and trying to relate to it, I believe I found the meaning of the show for me in the fact that I don't relate to it very much. Kind of a schadenfreude type feeling. Just made me realize how happy I am with my life and how much I appreciate my parents and my extended family. Sometimes the best way to relate to something, is to not relate to it at all...