Most of the way we act is based on parts we’ve created for ourselves in our heads. Other people have written parts out for us, but we ignore them, scoff at the dialogue, crumple up the sheets of paper and chuck it back at them, refusing to lower ourselves to such badly written lines.

Look pal, I agreed to be in this play because you know that guy with the thing and he’s a good friend of mine and I’m just doing him a favour and by golly I’m even taking a cut in pay, and you give me this to work with? This character is so one-dimensional. You know what? Give me that paper back. Give it to me. I’ll re-write this myself.

So we do. We re-write the parts that other people have written out for us and it makes us satisfied because we did it. We call it genius. We hope for-check that-expect that Tony.

But they’re still just parts in a play. We almost never act the way we should. We almost never act the way we really are.