Love Me But Do Not Fall In Love With Me. Contemporary Absurd Theater

By Ana Maria Ducuta

A contemporary absurd theater book, not at all absurd, written by a 22 years old girl, a graduate of Political Science who loves theater, who wants to make people smile hence become free to be what they have never dared to be. How modern love,psychologists, social media and apple pie relate, in a funny and dramatic way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Aug 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483506043

Book preview

Cage

All you need is anything but love

CHARACTERS:

Ghreta

Mitchell

A big dark room with a grey couch, two chairs and a desk in the middle of the room. On the table there are some fruits, papers and pencils. At the table sits a tall and skinny woman, brunette, beautiful, stylish and classy. She has black long hair and wears a black dress with long boots and a white jacket. On the couch is sited a bald man, he is around 50 years old but looks older, dressed in a suit, he has on his body a metal armor and his face is very pale, almost white. He sits very uncomfortable and looks like he is going to fall off the couch from one moment to another. The atmosphere is very tensed and sad. The woman starts to write something on some papers, while the man sighs from time to time.

Mitchell: So I saw her, I saw her standing there, with her cigarette in her hand, smoking like crazy, and I asked her, why? Why all the pain, why all the suffering, why would she put me through all this shit?

Ghreta: And what did she tell you?

Mitchell: That she does not know. That for her it’s no mystery, no explanation, nothing. She would leave me like a fool, talking by myself and I…I couldn’t say anything…I was stunned…I was thinking…How much pain can I endure? I was just looking around myself, thinking what if I would explode in small pieces of flesh, would somebody come and pick them up? Would they laugh at me?

Ghreta: Mister Savoyard, did you do the breathing exercises that I assigned you last week?

Mitchell: I’m sorry Madam, it’s just that I am breathless…it’s been two weeks now.

Ghreta (startled): And how do you manage to stay alive?

Mitchell (subdued): I have invented a system which allows me to breathe through my ears.

Ghreta(unconfident): Maybe we should try another therapy.

Mitchell (frenzied): All I want is you help me get rid of her. Make Ahava go away of my thoughts. Make me forget I met her, make me forget I loved her; make me forget anything about her. I give you anything, I pay you any amount of money, just please, do that for me. I can’t take this pain anymore.

Ghreta: And why do you have this metal on you? It looks like armor.

Mitchell: I have recently invented this second body, so that I can feel only with my metal body and emotions don’t hit my human body where my heart is. It works, but the problem is that she is too deeply anchored in my human heart. Basically this armor protects me from things that are to happen from now on, from new emotions, whereas my problem is that I need to get out what it’s stuck onto my heart up to this moment.

Ghreta: I see…You will get her out from your heart only when you’ll want her out of that place…

Mitchell (appalled): No, doctor, this is just wrong! Since I have begun therapy you told me all sorts of stuff, you put me to do exercises, and you asked me to meditate and other things. Do you think I would have been so stupid to come to this therapy and waste my money instead of getting her out immediately? I am not stupid. I am not stupid at all. It’s just that this is something impossible.

Greta: Who are you Mitchell?

Mitchell: Without any doubt I am Ahava.

Ghreta: Is there a specific moment in time when you have become her?

Mitchell: No, I was progressively assimilated until I saw her arms when I was using my arms. I see her cheeks when I’m shaving…This is why I’ve got such a long beard…I cannot shave anymore…I’ve got the feeling that I’m a woman and that I would only scratch my skin by shaving…

Ghreta: Do you want your body back?

Mitchell: Of course I do. I want myself back. But that is impossible now. (Petrified)Maybe I will never be myself again. (Starts to cry)Oh My God, why do I have to go through this?

Ghreta: Listen, Mitchell, you got to understand something. I am not here to replace you. I can guide you but I cannot do your work because the aim is not to gain myself, but to gain yourself. And you can do that only through your own willingness.

Mitchell: But I am made of metal now! I can’t breathe! I see Ahava instead of me! What else is to be done? And I can’t even suicide myself because half of me is made of metal!

Ghreta: Let’s talk about your human part. Do you feel different about it than about your metal part?

Mitchell: Totally different.

Ghreta: What do you feel for it?

Mitchell: I feel only pity.

Ghreta: Do you prefer your metal part?

Mitchell: Definitely.

Ghreta: Then why are you still keeping your human part? You should give it up if it’s so useless.

Mitchell: It’s not…I like to feel things from time to time. Like pain. Or hunger. Or love…

Ghreta: Without which part couldn’t you live at all?