So, I've been messing around with Beetlejuice monologues lately. Yeah, you heard that right. Beetlejuice. The bio-exorcist himself.
It’s a bit of a weird hobby to pick up, I guess. People ask, "Why Beetlejuice?" Well, let me tell you, things had gotten pretty darn dull around here. My day job, it’s mostly fine, you know, pays the bills. But the last big project I was on? Man, it was like watching paint dry, if the paint was beige and the wall was also beige. I sat through so many meetings about meetings, I think a part of my soul actually filed a TPS report and then just clocked out for good. I'd come home feeling like a zombie, but not the cool, brain-eating kind. More like the kind that shuffles through a Monday morning.
So, I figured I needed something to shake things up. Something loud, something chaotic. Something completely the opposite of beige. And who’s more anti-beige than Beetlejuice, right? It was either that or start a punk rock band in my garage, and my drumming skills are, let’s say, non-existent. My wife probably appreciated me not going down that path.
Anyway, I started off pretty simply. Just jumped online, looked up some of his best bits from the movie. Michael Keaton, what a legend. The way he just owned that role, you know? Pure, unfiltered crazy. I thought, "Okay, I gotta try this."
My first attempts were, well, let's just say they wouldn't win any awards. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to channel that manic energy. Pretty sure my reflection was judging me. Hard. Trying to get that raspy, over-the-top voice after a day of polite emails and quiet concentration? It’s a real switch you gotta flip.
I found a few of the longer speeches, the really iconic ones. You know, like when he's trying to sell himself to the Maitlands.
- I’d practice the lines over and over.
- Tried to get the hand gestures, the wild eyes, the whole shebang.
- Mostly did it when the house was empty. My dog already thinks I’m weird; didn’t need him staging an intervention.
It wasn't easy at first. Felt super awkward, like I was a kid playing dress-up. But then, something clicked. I started having fun with it. Just letting go, being loud, being ridiculous. There’s something really freeing about embodying a character who has zero filters and just says whatever pops into his head.
So, what was the point of all this?
Honestly, it was just a blast. It sounds kinda silly, a grown adult prancing around their living room pretending to be a trouble-making ghost. But it was like a mental palate cleanser. You spend so much time being responsible and buttoned-up, you kind of forget how to just be loud and uninhibited for a bit.
It didn't magically make my work projects more exciting, unfortunately. Still gotta deal with those beige spreadsheets. But it did give me a good laugh, and it reminded me that it’s okay to be a little out there sometimes. It's good to have an outlet, something completely different from the everyday grind. So yeah, that’s my little adventure with the ghost with the most. Definitely more entertaining than another budget meeting, I can tell you that for sure.
