Livesay
5th
25 April 2014
Why Wait? What is the point of waiting? You never know what is going to show up. What if they don’t show up? What if you get let down? It hurts and it sucks. So why do Vladimir and Estragon wait for Godot? They don’t even know who the guy is. Godot could be anyone …or anything. Godot could be the mailman or the neighbor. What if Godot was an abstract thing, such as the joy that people look for in their lifetime, the American dream? Vladimir is restless and Estragon is restfull. When you put them together you get the perfect balance. What if a matchmaker asked them to wait so that they could balance each other out and make the other a better person? What a cute love story. Like on the last page of the play “Vladimir: We’ll hang ourselves to-morrow. (Pause.) Unless Godot comes. Estragon: And if he comes? Vladimir: We’ll be saved. Estragon: Well? Shall we go? Vladimir: Pull on your trousers. Estragon: What? Vladimir: Pull on your trousers Estragon: You want me to pull off my trousers? Vladimir: Pull ON your trousers. Estragon: (realizing his trousers are down). True. (He pulls up his trousers.)” They have become such good friends; Friends that remind other friends to pull up their pants. This story is not about Godot like the title suggests. This story is about friendship. Godot is a mythical figure that exists only to make people wait. And not smart people waiting but semi-stupid people; People that will wait on a man that they have never met before. Social psychology says that attraction can be caused by many things but some are similarity, proximity, and mere exposure. Similarity does not apply here because the characters are nothing alike other than their silliness. Proximity is geographical distance so because the characters spend time together in such close distance they begin to like each other. Mere exposure is the more you’re around someone the more you like them so since the characters spend so much time around
Cited: Beckett, Samuel. Waiting for Godot: tragicomedy in 2 acts,. New York: Grove Press, 1954. Print.