My name is Nicola Armstrong.
I’m a playwright and enthusiast of plays and other works like books. Particularly absurdist plays and books. Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett being my personal favourite because, in many ways, it isn’t that impressive; you see a lot of things are abysmal about the way it is structured, Vladimir and Estragon are officially called as such yet they are only referred to as ‘Vladimir’ and ‘Estragon’ once, they go through the majority of the play referred to as ‘DiDi’ and ‘GoGo’.
They constantly go over the same lines about how they must wait for Godot despite never having met him or even knowing if things will be better when he arrives, which he never does, but they are constant talks about hanging themselves and such but nothing ever changes, the plot never goes forward and they repeat themselves without telling anything about themselves, the situation they are in or why they are waiting for Godot in the first place. Other characters such as Pozzo, an upper-class landowner and his human slave Lucky arrive and after discussion, the previous silent Lucky goes into a 3 page long monologue of rambling and ranting before remaining silent for the rest of the play.
Now a lot of my victims will find me reciting ‘Waiting For Godot’ out-loud to myself to find inspiration because I am still an official playwright despite being mentally insane and being locked up in a mental hospital for life. Since I’m only 19 now I have a lot of time to kill so I am still producing and writing plays and stories to be published along with the blog I am typing now. You see those many graves I have filled should know their actions are not in vain because they could be the inspiration for my next masterpiece and they will be credited for helping my creative spark and for that I thank them.
Now why do I read ‘Waiting for Godot’ to them? To show that even the most beautiful, innocent looking, polite and well-mannered individual like myself can be a total monster. I make no qualms about that, I am a monster who has the skin and charm of a young blonde woman and I believe if you fall into my trap then you are a fool who deserves to be killed because I admit that I will never change and yet people still believe I have good in me even though I myself say I am truly evil. Now this is similar to Beckett’s ‘Waiting for Godot’ because people are trying to skirt through life. Doing as little as possible with the justification that they have to ‘Wait for’ something. Or they believe that things will be better even if there is no physical proof of things improving whereas I am the person re-editing Godot for all of you people.
I kill to show you that you have wasted your life by waiting. You wait to die at my hands just like Vladimir and Estragon wait for Godot however I kill to spare you the pain of waiting for something to happen only for nothing to happen. I stopped the ”What Ifs” and the ”I wonder what would have happened if I did this…” because you can’t change what is destined to happen and I showed people the pointlessness of waiting for things to happen when you can just change things for yourselves.
I will keep you all updated with my blogs and I will continue to exercise my right for Freedom of Expression while you continue to listen and read because I know that when a monster speaks to you. You listen just to try and get into my twisted mind. Well good look my friends and if you excuse me. I have more Waiting for Godot to read.
Have a nice day.