2 am rdj

Nothing pleases me more than when somebody who was awe-inspired to be working with me realizes I'm just another schmuck that they're bored of hanging out with on a set. I love that moment. I like it when that persistent illusion is smashed.

…I'd like to run something by ya. What if we went indoor skydiving Is that too creepy P.S. And also do an interview……hell yeah…can I get a C'MON

First thing you learn in theater arts: aesthetic distance. I am not this play I’m doing. I’m not a character in The Fantasticks. I’m not Will from Oklahoma. Aesthetic distance, it’s job one. I’m not my work. I’m not what I did with that studio. I’m not that period of time that I spent playing this character. And it sucks because the kid in all of us wants to be like ‘No. It’s always gonna be summer camp and we’re all holding hands and singing Kumbaya. Isn’t it?’ It’s like ‘No, no. Snap out of it.

I don’t think I will never go that fast again, but that is based on my behavior moment to moment, whether I’m able to maintain this nice groove I’m on or whether it will all go away in a second for something that I could justify or rationalize that was none of my own doing. But that isn’t real. This, [home, family and career] is real.