We are all entertainers

Last semester as you may or may not know, I took a music class. My teacher was really laid back and down to Earth and sometimes lazy. With that said, I was surprised to hear him say, one day, something that deeply connects to the world: “We are all entertainers.” I don’t know if someone else said this already or if he’s the first to say it, but I took this to heart. If we all just close our eyes for a second and imagine all the people in the world as entertainers, what would we see? I think we would see the world we see right now, except with less sadness. What does it mean to be an entertainer? What does it mean to entertain? To me, to entertain means to get people’s attention in a way that you like it and that the person being entertained likes it. Applying this definition to the world would leave out room for sadness and hate because there’d only be entertainers and good feelings around the world. I am an entertainer because of what I write both in school and out of school. I am an entertainer through conversations and chats and texts. I am an entertainer through the guitar and drums. My teachers, the source from which I draw the fuel to my engine, are entertainers. The music I listen to (principally Jason Mraz and the Killers) comprises of entertainers most certainly. The books, and therefore the authors, that I read are entertainers. The foods I choose to eat are entertainers (surely if they have a mind - and they may do, at least in my imagination); they’d probably like the fact that they are chosen over other foods. The friends I’ve been agreeably pulled into are entertainers. And so we see the world as a pool of entertainers feeding off of each other with mutuality, producing entertainment that is open to all.

There are the entertainers in the world and then there are your best entertainers.

Best friends make awesome entertainers. They are the best ranked out of all of your friends and if you don’t have friends or if you have only a few, then best friends are all too valuable, it’s unimaginable. That is the case with mine. I have to hold on to my best friend because if I loose her, I’d have no other stars in my vast infinity of space, to fall onto. Tiger is awesome. My relationship with her is like what most people say: opposites attract. That’s true! I mean, just take one look at me and her and and you’ll see why. She’s so different and I’m so different. But our differences are tolerable. She’s the type who presents herself in style, make up, pleasing clothes – the whole shebang. She’s my sociable Tiger with many friends; like I said one time earlier when we were still in high school: she’s the reason people bring cameras to parties. She’s so approachable and in control of situations. She’s so in control. Me? I’m the type who doesn’t like to wear clothes that seem too revealing. In fact, I detest V-necks. Although I may grow lenient to them. Speaking of styles, we even have different handwritings: her’s is the girl on the go type. Mine is the smart but chicken scratch kind. I am in no ways as sociable as she is. She may be in control of situations, but I have the power of persuasion.

Our differences are what balances us, but it is our similarities that hold us together – like nuclear bonds. We have the same sense of humor. Endless inside jokes are countless pieces of evidence of the history of our humor. We have the comfort factor that is the unstrange silence we sit through when we’re just hanging. It is the tolerance of the differences that we have for each other. The tolerance turned respect that is.