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you what you wanted and what you believed you needed. Your act may
                work superbly or it may be dismally ineffective. The important undertaking
                for you is to become aware that an act is just an act and not to confuse it

                with the natural you.




                             The soul cannot rest so long as the identity denies it.





                     Some of my clients have even named their more familiar acts. In recent
                months I’ve met Lash Larue, the Red Queen; Clark Kent, the Mild-
                Mannered Reporter; Sister Mary Perfect; Peace Love Dove Sigh Blissed-
                Out Earth Mother; Muscles; Mr. Successful; Laid Back Brother; and many

                others. Acting can be fun. There’s nothing wrong with developing an act.
                However, to let your gremlin delude you into thinking you are or should be
                your act will result in your feeling anxious and empty during the times
                when you perform your act poorly. The hard truth is that your act is just as
                transparent as everyone else’s.


                     Sooner or later you will disappoint your gremlin and those whose
                applause you seek. When you do, if you’re too attached to your act, it will
                smart, to put it mildly, and your gremlin will have a heyday. You will not

                enjoy yourself—and given that your life is a gift, it would be a shame not to
                enjoy it.



                                                Acts and Relationships


                     The Big Dogs in my high school had flattops, low foreheads, big necks,
                and were varsity football players. I had wavy hair, a high forehead, a big
                neck, and made the varsity football team by the skin of my teeth. But my
                neck didn’t get big from something like farmwork or genetics. It got that
                way because I ordered a neck strap and barbells from Joe Weider Products

                and worked out like a madman in an attempt to flee my semi-endomorphic
                natural state and join the ranks of the Big Dogs, so that, like them, I could
                strut through the halls with an adoring frosty-haired pompom girl on my
                arm, or better yet, fate willing, hold her warm and tender body next to mine.
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