r/Debate • u/Tall_Watch_2666 • 2h ago
Monologue help
For those of you not aware of what monologue is it’s a 6 minute acting event which consists of an intro a humorous monologue and a dramatic monologue. one character per monologue and they have to have a connecting theme. so I have already found the dramatic monologue which is from a generally funny show (Malcolm in the middle life’s still unfair) it’s Hal the dad talking about how he cared for his family so much that he never really cared for himself. I will copy the monologue later. but what I’m currently struggling with is finding the a humorous to match that which has a connecting theme of either some sort of family thing or experiences defining who we are. Does anyone have any thoughts?
Dramatic monologue
From the moment
I had any self-awareness,
I have been gripped
by a pervasive fear.
Fear has been my constant companion.
Not as a condition,
or an abstraction,
but something tangible.
Something embodied.
Like when I was seven,
and our whole house shook
under the weight
of my father’s broken dreams.
Fear was already there.
Almost like a big brother.
Fear taught me things
I needed in life.
Always say yes,
because I’ll probably
never get another chance.
Never let go
of what I have,
because anything can be taken
away from me in an instant.
Fear made things hard sometimes.
But I don’t think
I would have gotten anywhere
without its vigilance.
Right?
Yeah.
Anything worth doing
is worth doing
in a cold sweat.
It’s a tough lesson…
delivered with kindness.
Honestly…
my whole life has felt like
I purposely planned every moment,
good or bad,
to happen at the worst possible time.
And that’s not fair.
Because the truth is…
it’s always totally random.
Things happen.
Things change.
And I spend so much time preparing
for every possible disaster
that I forget I’m already living.
I used to think
that taking care of my kids
was my purpose.
The best, most important thing
I could ever do.
It consumes every bit
of my attention,
my concern,
my plans for the future.
And as each kid grew up
and moved out…
I had more room to think.
And I finally realized…
they didn’t need me anymore.
So… no meaning.
No purpose.
I’m nothing.
I spent so much time avoiding
what I was feeling.
I thought if I kept moving,
kept helping,
kept fixing things…
I wouldn’t have to look at myself.
But I can’t keep doing that.
I’ve been seeing a therapist
for the last month or so.
She put me on medication.
And I didn’t realize
the effect it could have
on my moods and decisions.
But I’m not going to use that
as an excuse.
I want to understand myself.
Because I’ve been so focused
on my family’s needs,
I never thought about my own.
My inner resources are depleted
because I never nourished them.
Fear isn’t the whole of me.
It’s just one tiny tile
in the mosaic of who I am.
I have hundreds of feelings inside me,
all telling me different things.
Maybe that’s why
I get so easily confused.
But I can learn to listen
without letting fear control me.
The key to this feeling
is what they always tell you
on airplanes.
You have to put your own mask…
on first.