I'll reply to your post by saying, simply, I already answered your question earlier in this thread.
You may not believe it, or be able to believe it, but that doesn't mean it's not so.
You call me negative. The truth, however, is just the opposite. I'm the happiest-go-lucky person imaginable. But that doesn't mean I don't see things as they are.
As for my theatregoing, a lyric in one of my favorite shows, Dear World, sums up my attitude: "If your world falls flat on its face today/You can erase today tomorow morning."
That's how I approach the theatre. Last night's show may have been a horror, but today is a new day, and perhaps tonight holds the promise of a gem.
Case in point: I disliked the previous shows I had seen by James Lapine. Then I went to see Act One, and liked it.
If you have the stomach for it, look at the manner in which some posters here describe our senior theatregoers.
Or look at the manner in which some posters describe our young theatregoers. If you read his posts, it won't take long to learn that Afterbate is treated with no more disrespect than he treats others. Others may be more direct and less condescending than he, but not any more disrespectful.
"What can you expect from a bunch of seitan worshippers?" - Reginald Tresilian
MisterMatt, stop being such a dunderhead. Ageism doesn't go both ways! It's simply an attack on our senior theatregoers, who are always the most respectful and well-behaved attendees.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
After Eight, your first post reminded me again of how powerful that song is from Dear World, and how that really should be my life philosophy. Thanks for that.