How did it come about that you got to spend three hours with Mark Pellegrino? Sorry I am just a curious bunny
A friend of mine talked to him a bit in the cocktail party just before and he said he’d come down and talk with us about books. He had the option to leave right after he wrote a recommendation list for her and go drink with some older ladies who were very rude. They came over and said, “Hey, Mark. Oh, and uh, NO OFFENSE, but when you’re done playing with the Children, why don’t you come over here and have a drink with the women?”
And instead, he just sat and talked to us for 3-4 hours STRAIGHT. About books and literature and philosophy and politics and it was great. He really liked some of things I had to say and was genuinely interested in hearing them.
We talked about religion and philosophy and when I mentioned that I was a Buddhist, he turned and his eyes were real wide and he asked, “Really? What kind of Buddhism to you practice?” And my explanation completely WOWed him. I said, “Well, I try to stick to the seven precepts” (Regularly, there are 5, but there are up to 8 for hardcore Monk-Type Buddhists. I try and stick to seven if I can) “But I’ve always stood by and retained the fact that I do not want it to rule my life. I will not let it control my life, because then, it becomes a religion. And that’s not what it’s about. It’s a philosophy. One I like to try and live by. You know, because in religion, many times it can end up doing good or bad for those who follow in it.” And at this point I gestured to my two best friends sitting beside me, “See, they’re Christian/Open Minded, yet they live it for all the right reasons. Because they truly believe it. Some people live it because that’s how they were raised. How they were born to think, they’ve never had the chance to think for themselves. For instance, I was born a Jehovah’s Witness.” And his eyes got HUGE and you could tell by this point he was VERY interested in what I had to say, he even turned his body so he was more facing me. “I was born into that life. I didn’t have the choice. But y’know, If I had the chance to go back and change it? To make it to where I wasn’t born a Jehovah’s Witness and I’d lived a completely different life, actually had a childhood? I wouldn’t do it. Because having that as a part of my life, whether for the better or for the worse, has made me who I am today. It was more of a learning curve than anything. Because If I changed it? Butterfly Effect, no telling the person I’d be now. I could be some uptight snob who has absolutely no awareness of what’s out there. But instead, I’m laid back and loving life. I love who I am right now, because like everyone, I’ve gone through rough times. I’ve had troubles with life. But I was raised how I was raised, lived through what i’ve lived through, and I’m wiser and stronger because of it.” You could see it on his face and after I said it, he said, “Very well put.” He was blown away by how much awareness one teenage girl could possess about the world around her. How much open mindedness I possessed and how much truth there was to what I said.
He told us about how he was going through dark times, the books he read that helped him figure out where his feelings were coming from, what they were, and why he felt that way. Ultimately, books that helped him through a lot of trouble with his Mother. (I believe he said.) He even told us he used to have a therapist. Completely without shame, like he should be. He was incredibly uplifting and inspirational, and every time he’d say something that was just mindbogglingly inspirational, I’d point it out and say, “Mark, that was amazing, what you just said. That right there was incredibly inspirational.” And he’d look at me and say, “Really? I’m glad, thank you.” And keep on talking.
The ladies got up to leave about an hour into our conversation, they were all pissed off that he was still talking with us and not them. They tried to give him a giant bottle of liquor to ‘help him get through this’ as if he DIDN’T want to be talking to us. And he declined. They were very rude to us, but Mark was a gentleman.
At one point, a really drunk guy came over and started flirting with me, and Mark is sitting right next to me watching it all happen. And I took care of it, I laughed it off and I was friendly about the entire matter. When he finally left, Mark turned to me and said, “You handled that very well.” And I thanked him. Then he came back over and stuck his tongue out at me and Mark said, “What the hell was that?” I responded with, “Beats me, I have no idea. He’s drunk off his ass.” And he agreed and we went back to talking. We covered so many topics, I can’t even begin to tackle them all. And anything else I would try to say that he said would not do him justice. We even talked about Vietnam and World War II and other wars that peaked my interest once he found out how interested in Vietnam and other historical wars I was.
The entire 3-4 hours we spent talking, it didn’t cross his mind once that he might rather be doing something else. Because he wouldn’t of. He was genuinely enjoying himself. A group of teenage girls kept the conversation stimulated enough to where he preferred us over alcohol and grown women’s company. Which really made/makes me feel awesome. Because we sat there for 3-4 hours playing footsie like idiots and discussing deep, meaningful topics. And that is rare to find in ANYONE. Much less a 'celebrity.' And afterwards, we all got in the elevator together and rode it up to our rooms. He stayed with us until he went to bed that night. And before I got off at my stop, he thanked me for talking with him. He said it was 'amazing' and 'enlightening' and 'fantastic to meet and discuss things like that with me.' I honestly believe I made a friend out of Mark Pellegrino this weekend. And I honestly believe that if I ever have any issues, I can go to him. And he’ll be there. Willing to stop what he’s doing, listen, and give me the advice or company I need.
That’s me, to his right. All you can see are my hands and my legs. (I believe the girl on his other side is samanddriel)
And here I am again, my phone was dead, so my friend took a picture on her camera instead. I was just standing by him and he kind of pulled me into him for a photo - I wasn’t complaining. It doesn’t look like he’s holding me very tight, but my god, he was.