Auditions, pathologies, and a critique

Last night for the first time in about two years I had an audition. Two of them, actually. I was surprised at how easy it was for me to get back into the swing of things, and I was pretty happy with how they went. I miss acting a lot. While performing with Redhot was/is great, there's something about theater that makes me forget about myself, which is nice. Is that pathological? hehe...

As I get older, I keep becoming more and more cognizant of how so many of my behavioral, cognitive, and emotional patterns are slightly to greatly dysfunctional. So I wonder, over a lifetime do we just compile more and more dysfunctional dynamics, or is that we just notice them more when we become more self-aware and our relationships more complicated? Aren't we supposed to get smarter, wiser, more wrinkly as we get older? I think I've been too existentialist lately.

In other news, I watched the director's cut of Donnie Darko with Michael last night. I have to say- not as good as the movie cut (is that the right way of saying it?). It kind of dragged with all the extra scenes with his family, and the weird scenes with pages of the book and the eye made it seem more hokey and less... profound? creepy? I don't know. Either way, I preferred the other version. But I do love that movie.