Do you ever feel like you are just an 'extra' on the stage of life?

Question

Or on here for that matter?

Answer 1

Did someone just say something?

Answer 2

yes...all the time. all the time. i feel like im just waiting for the REAL thing to start, like this is indeed a dress rehearsal!

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Answer 3

yes it is stages

RULERS: The capalist world

slaves: the middle class, some of the upper class the poor

Answer 4

No just fighting for the spotlight.

Answer 5

Nope, I'm definitely not an extra.

Answer 6

yes!!!

I keep waiting for the Director to call " Cut!!"

every time i make a mistake... ( lol)

Answer 7

Extra, No.

Prima donna, Yes.

Answer 8

" Nice person, wrong planet "

sums it up perfectly for me.

& on here?

I feel lonely with a bad hobby & lax mental health!

;-)

Answer 9

depends which play ur in....

Answer 10

My dear, the world is a stage and yes, we are just actors upon it.

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything

Answer 11

Yes, sometimes I wonder if I'm already dead and I'm in h**l.