Waiting

    Waiting has always held a negative connotation for me - it was linked to the feeling of uncontrollability. Even as a kid, waiting for something was one of the things I hated most because it was so irritating. Waiting for Santa to come Christmas morning or waiting for it to be your turn on the jump rope at recess were certain things that gave me an itch. You get tense in your hands, fingers, and toes, you can feel your heart beating out of your chest, and you can hear your subconscious screaming over just pure irritation, the time in which you have to wait is uncontrollable. 

    As I watch the movie more, Didi and Gogo remind me of my child-self. The impatience and annoyance that I’ve observed within their mannerisms is very childish: the pacing, petty arguments, foot taps, the crossing of arms, the random outbursts, etc. It’s very nostalgic to watch in a sense because I know the exact feeling of that childish impatience. Even as a young adult, I think we have all had moments where we act a little childish over the smallest thing. For example, the other day I got mad and tore up my whole room looking for this one t-shirt I had in mind. Now looking back at it, it’s silly. In similarity, watching Didi and Gogo have a childish, immature side when waiting for Godot is what makes the play humorous. Their unadultry behavior is revealed within their actions and ultimately creates a comedic effect within the play. 

    It’s interesting… I think we all have an inner-child regardless of our age. In Didi and Gogo, I see those childlike reactions. It only made me think about myself and the people in my life, and how every so often that childish side peeks out.