ENGLISH SPEECH KRISTEN BELL Build Your Tribe English Subtitles
Hello, good morning, class of 2019.
Thank you so much for having me.
It is an incredible honor to stand here before
you today.
Thank you to the faculty, to the guests, the
families, and to all the gorgeous students
among us who are beyond the shadow of a doubt,
nursing, raging hangovers and praying that
this Disney princess keeps the let it go.
Metaphors to a minimum.
So, I see you.
I got you.
I want to start today by sharing a secret
about myself that you might not know.
I did not graduate from college.
Dean is in a full flop sweat thinking.
Oh my God, nobody double-checked.
I had a feeling when I saw her outfit because
no one with a respectable degree would wear
hoops of that size.
Who let her in here.
But that leads me to another thing about me,
which is, um, I’m nice.
And as it turns out, when you are nice, people
tend to overlook a lot.
In some cases, this could include experience,
credentials, not having your driver’s license
at airport security.
And yes, that’s a true story twice.
And you might say, Kristen, no, that’s not
a result to being nice.
That’s the result and the privilege of being
a recognizable person, and okay, that may
be true, but I will counter with my husband
who is also highly recognizable and doesn’t
get away with anything.
Literally 10 out of 10 times he is getting
a pat-down at TSA, and that’s because he’s
just not as nice as me.
Don’t get me wrong.
I love him; I love him.
He’s brilliant; he’s hilarious.
He’s, literally, my favorite person, but he’s
even nicest person.
I don’t know guys.
I just don’t know, and I tell you this at
the risk of divorce because I can’t offer
you the tricks of how to wield your shining
diploma to ensure success.
I can’t tell you the answer to the age-old
actor’s dilemma.
Should I move to New York?
Should I stay in LA?
And for goodness sakes, I cannot tell you
what a Magna Carta is or what it even does.
I literally don’t know.
I don’t have to answer any of those questions.
And let me tell you a secret.
Nobody has the answer to those questions.
My soul trick to share with you is when you
listen, when you really listen to people,
when you listen as fiercely as you want to
be heard, when you respect the idea that you
are sharing the earth with other humans, when
you lead with your nice foot forward, you’ll
win every time.
It might not be today, it might not be tomorrow,
but it comes back to you when you need it.
We live in an age of instant gratification,
of immediate likes and it is uncomfortable
to have to wait to see the dividends of your
kindness, but I promise you it will appear
exactly when you need it.
It will appear at the precise moment when
you pass gas in an elevator, and everyone
blames your husband instead of you.
That is when the boomerang of kindness hits
you back.
It’s also a very true story.
Numerous times over,
though it wouldn’t be fair if I just waxed
on about kindness and I didn’t also include
its inevitable downside it’s relevant to know
that sometimes when you choose nice, it does
come with a price tag.
Being nice sometimes means avoiding the obvious
joke.
Like for instance, I’m me, and I’ve chosen
this path, this speech to be nice at an institution
like this.
I am choosing not to reference aunt Becky
in any way shape.
Thank you.
In fact, I’m so nice.
I’m not even going to mention my actual aunt,
Becky for fear.
It is simply too close to the fire and let
me be real.
Removing those jokes is a bit of a sacrifice
but, but dare I say prioritizing your emotional
intelligence over your logical intelligence
can at times feel like a compromise but it
does pay off.
You were right to pay off not.
It was not the best choice of words for this
particular.
I’m not; I’m not perfect.
I’m not, I’m not perfect, but I am trying,
and you know what I should have led with that.
I am by no means perfect.
I am also not telling you what to do.
I mean, my second child is the result of unprotected
makeup, sex in a hot tub in the Hawaiian islands.
I am in no position to give advice.
Hand to God.
I can’t do it.
All I can do is share my experience with you.
My husband always says, if you see someone
who has what you want, ask them how they got
it.
Unfortunately, Beyonce has yet to reply to
my emails, so I don’t have all the answers
yet, but she will like, don’t worry.
She’s definitely going to, so I’m pretty sure
I say this because if there is anything about
my life that seems even slightly aspirational,
hopefully, some of this will be helpful to
you.
And if not, feel free to slowly pull the flask
hiding in your underwear out and just have
it.
I’m not your mom.
You know what I mean?
It’s if it’s not hurting anyone, great.
Get yours, and you know what, maybe share
some with your neighbors.
Now the tricky thing about finding someone
who has what you want is it; you also have
to know what you want.
Right?
So that seems simple enough, but it’s actually
very hard because our brains are arrogant
assholes.
The brain thinks it’s running the show, but
the heart is secretly pulling strings.
It’s very true.
Our brains are the King Joffrey of our bodies,
and our hearts are the granny Tyrell, right?
Very true.
We think we know what we want, but we often
have no idea what we need, and because of
that, we often approach life with one goal,
and we end up finding our real purpose along
the way.
When I left New York, and I came to LA, I
had the singular goal of becoming the lead
on a TV show.
I had gained some experience in New York,
playing a naive weed, obsessed sexpot, and
reefer madness.
I thought, perfect, I’m ready for Los Angeles.
Surely I will be embraced immediately.
So I hopped on a plane.
I arrived in the land where the streets are
soaked in sunshine and self-tanner residue.
I had the confidence of an overserved freshmen
at a frat party.
I was like, here I am, and I began the process
of auditioning, which it’s really just a condensed
way to say driving back and forth to Santa
Monica in rush hour traffic, but the feedback
that I received was that I was always either
too young, too old, too cute, too plain, too
smart, too ditzy.
It was as if goldilocks were every casting
director and I just couldn’t nail it, and
eventually, I started booking some costar
and guest star roles, but my coveted lead
alluded me, and I would go to bed negotiating
with the universe.
I would say, okay, if I could just book the
lead on CIS and CIS: Miami, I promise I will
decrease my carbon footprint by at least six
in the next calendar year.
So clearly I know absolutely nothing about
the measure of carbon.
I find it almost as confusing as the concept
of the Magna Carta, but then it happened.
I was cast on Veronica Mars, which was my
first show, and everything I ever wanted was
in front of me.
I was earning a real paycheck.
I was the lead of a TV show.
I owed the universe all my carbon.
But once we started shooting, something very
unexpected happened to me.
Well, two unexpected things.
The first was Ryan Hansen who played Dick
Casablanca’s, his hair.
It was the exact, almost too accurate to one
point shade of surfer bond blonde boy.
It was like the kind that gives you PTSD from
walking along.
Then a speech that you’re just like, whoa.
It was terrifying, and I loved it.
The second was that despite the recognition
of my dream, I wasn’t happy like at all.
My arrogant little ass whole brain could not
comprehend what was happening.
I was like, how was this possible?
This is what I wanted and what I needed, right?
And yet I had it all, and I was lonelier than
I had ever been.
And it wasn’t until the boy with the surfer’s
hair invited me to his birthday party after
hours offset away from work that everything
changed.
He wasn’t just inviting me to his birthday
party.
He was inviting me to his life party, to his
community, and I finally felt at home, and
I made some of the best friends that I still
have to this day.
It in retrospect, I know it wasn’t the role
I was looking for.
It wasn’t a paycheck or a titular character.
I, what I really needed was friendship.
So I want to stress to you, build your tribe.
They will keep you alive.
I’m also pretty sure that’s what Beyonce would
say.
Speaking of pillars of an American entertainment,
uh, it is now the portion of the morning where
I remind everyone that life is 50 shades of
gray.
I have to assume I’m the first speaker in
an academic institution that has referenced
the book 50 shades of gray.
But we have already established that I dropped
out of college.
I have no right to be here.
So this is where we arrived.
I don’t know what you want me to do in my,
in my life, there was only one concept that
I have determined.
It’s that everything is gray.
Every person, every question, every tragedy,
even every victory, they all have nuance.
Pay attention to the nuance.
You all in this room, I feel like know that
better than anyone.
You know it in your bones because you’ve devoted
your time to building stories, building people.
It’s what you do.
You are people architects.
You read a script, and you construct a walking,
breathing human from the ground up.
When we create characters, we are encouraged
to make them three-dimensional, right?
And acting two-dimensional characters they
are at the least boring and at the most extreme
irresponsible.
We’re told to embrace complicated characters.
We are taught that you can’t accurately play
a villain until you find one thing about him
that you love.
One of my favorite producers has a poster
over his desk that reads what does the villain
want?
Because in art, we recognize all characters
start with an empathetic motivation on stage.
We prioritize listening because we know the
livelihood of the show relies on it.
We are good at remembering those things when
we make art, but in our daily lives, we tend
to forget when we shift from the stage to
reality nuance seems to get lost in the shuffle
in real life.
We don’t look for the one thing we love about
each person.
Complicated characters get cast out, and we
view things two dimensionally.
It’s also becoming increasingly apparent.
We’re not listening to each other.
Even though like on stage, the livelihood
of this entire grand show relies on it.
The great news is we can all choose, right?
When hard moments arise.
You can lean on the experience you’ve gleaned
in these past four years, and you can choose
the nuance.
You can choose complexity over simplicity.
You can listen to others with open ears as
if your next move depends on it.
You can Sandy Meisner your life.
So, class of 2019 as you move your tassel
from the left to the right and officially
take the steps forward toward your forever,
I encourage you, take them with your nice
foot.
And if you take away one thing from this,
remember what I said earlier.
If it’s not hurting anyone, great get yours
and maybe share some with your neighbor.
Thank you, and congratulations.