100 Monologues is a project where I’m writing monologue scripts, performing, and filming the pieces. Since I’m beginning to dabble in acting, the project is meant as a means for me to acquire more acting experience where I can work on refining my craft. You can find out more about the project here.

Below is the script from the “Unmotivated” monologue. If you’re a student who would like to perform this monologue for class, just make sure you credit me, Maggie Coyle, as the author. For any other use of the script, please contact me.

100 Monologues: #24 Unmotivated

I just don’t know anymore. I used to have passions. I loved making my own clothes. I was obsessed with fashion and design. But then one day it left me. I woke up uninterested and unmotivated. And that was that. I became an expert at doing nothing. Sitting and watching TV. Sleeping. I dunno….everything just seems uninteresting and uninspiring. I hope I get over this whatever it is. I don’t want to be a zombie, passively living life. I want to actually live life. I don’t want to feel like I’m sitting back, watching someone else’s life unfold before my very eyes.

100 Monologues is a project where I’m writing monologue scripts, performing, and filming the pieces. Since I’m beginning to dabble in acting, the project is meant as a means for me to acquire more acting experience where I can work on refining my craft. You can find out more about the project here.

Below is the script from the “Rejection” monologue. The script isn’t exact to my performance above, but my performance is based on it. If you’re a student who would like to perform this monologue for class, just make sure you credit me, Maggie Coyle, as the author. For any other use of the script, please contact me.

100 Monologues: #23 Rejection

Damien caught my eye in class one day. I thought he was enchanting and charming. I loved his smile and his witty sense of humor. And I loved talking to him. Biology class became the highlight of my day. I even started dressing up a little more for those days we saw each other – wore a little more make-up. Seemed like everything was great, that there was definitely a strong attraction between us. So one day I thought, “The hell with it!” I’d take a leap. I saw him walking to class one morning, and I just popped the question. The “would you like to go out with me sometime” question. The “do you think we should start seeing each other” question. He nervously laughed and said he didn’t think it was a good idea. And then I had to sit through an entire hour and a half lecture with him, just wanting to melt into the floor and disappear. I think I ruined it. I can’t be my self around him anymore. Every time I see him, it feels like my stomach has fallen out of my body and hit the floor – I get this nervous jolt and then my body fills with dread. And I just want to flee the scene – get away from him before he notices I’m even there.