Why sanity monologues male

At this point in the play he has decided to talk to a Neuropsychiatrist after having a rough experience with a physic. Female, Dramatic, Teens Travis, a senior in high school, is pretty miserable. Erynne, a rebellious punk girl, has been kicked out of her house and is living in a mini-van and her boyfriend is thinking about dumping her.

And whether or not they find each other will determine if they live through the night. This is a play about dealing with tragedy and the strength necessary to survive, all in the search for just one good thing.

In this monologue, Erynne talks to her boyfriend Nemo about the death and suicide of her sister Dierdre. Male or Female, Dramatic, Teens This character sits in a church at a funeral for one of their classmates. Nukulye, an Anglo-Kenyan psychiatry resident seeking certification in the U.

Unfortunately, Dr. Nukulye has a hidden agenda driven by his own deviant sexual fetishes that have gotten him into trouble in the professional world. In this monologue, Julia describes how depression feels to the audience. Male, Comedic, Late Teens — 40s Two love struck actors audition for Broadway and are confronted with questions that are afraid to answer and routines that lead them into questioning their lives.

The lights of Broadway illuminate this escapade into the audition process and the magical world of acting. A wild outrageous comedy full of romance, intimacy and dare deviling action. As a breast cancer survivor and an alcoholic defy all rules to get cast.

In this monologue, Johnny attacks the auditioner for his invasiveness. The play, narrated by Nick in the present tense, traces the events of a life-changing day. It is intercut with recollections from the past.

Nick is gay. He has feelings for Greg, and later on in the play it seems as though these may be reciprocated. Nick has a love of the Existentialists. By the end of the day, Nick is no longer a goth.

Jeffrey does his best to talk to his friend while in a straight jacket. Not sure I can go away and reflect on it. Not sure I can get through my own madness. If I can go to the top of a mountain, like a Buddhist Monk, perhaps I may have a chance. What is it for?

For my art? Is it fair for a man to sacrifice his sanity for his craft? Is that what God wants? If that is so, then why must I be sacrificed? Why does great beauty come from great pain? We are all mad, crazy, nuts, psycho. Walk down the street and look into the eyes of the man or woman you walk past. When you are someone like me, you connect with that dark place instantly and you identify with it. I forget who said that we are all living lives of quiet desperation.

I believe we are. Sometimes, I will stare into the mirror and wait for the madness to creep from my eyes and leave me once and for all. But all it ever does is reach the surface and smile gently at me, with a wise gleam. Yeah, I am crazy. I love that I am crazy but I also hate who I am.