Female Monologue

Seascape with Sharks and Dancer

Don Nigro

Tracy:

You can’t connect things up in your mind, Ben. When I tell you I’m going to meet you someplace and you go and wait there for two hours and then come home and find me sitting here eating a popsicle, what do you do? Do you yell at me? Do you beat me up? Do you throw me out? No. You come over and lick my popsicle. Like you expected me not to come but you waited anyway and then you come home and act like you’re not even mad. You act like you accept me. But you DON’T accept me. You don’t even SEE me. You see some nice little drippy-eyed girl who just can’t help herself because of her unfortunate childhood toilet training experiences, when in reality I am a normal healthy person who screams a lot and knows exactly what she’s doing. You can’t be anybody’s father. You’re unfit. You can’t just ACCEPT your children. You’ve got to teach them how to handle themselves and how rotten the world is. We can’t have a baby. We can’t “make the best of it.” That’s another thing wrong with you. You’re always trying to make the best of things. Do you realize what a pain in the ass that is? There are many things you can’t make the best out of, and I’m one of them. I am not domesticable, I never WAS domesticable, and I’m never going to BE domesticable, so just forget it. Boy, I should have got out of here so fast when I could have. Babies are the worst trap there is. They make you old. We’ll be OLD.