Anyone who's a parent dreads that call in the middle of the night. I have four grown children and I still dread it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have become that mother I used to dread.
Dread of night. Dread of not-night.
Dread, which is closely related to fear, steals the ability to enjoy ordinary life and makes people anxious about the future. It keeps them from looking forward to the next day, the next month, or the next decade.
All my brothers and my dad at one point had dreadlocks.
I just think that for a lot of people - not to take the focus off of myself - that feeling of imminent dread, like a cloak of black dust, was always around me.
I remember as a little kid, I would always feel comfortable if the light in the crack of my parents' door was on at night. When it went off, that meant they were asleep. Then that terror and the fear of being by myself started to creep in.
I grew my dreadlocks 12 years ago because they give me the freedom to roll out of bed and not spend hours on my woolly, thick hair. I get tons of dropped jaws and compliments, so I reckon folks like them all right.
The two things an actor dreads most are children and dogs.
I love kids, but I have to be honest: I am that person at a dinner party who's a little relieved when the kids go to bed.
There are so few people that wake up every day and go do something that they don't dread... I'm very lucky.