Spent the last 2 weeks following my birthday escaping the deplorable state of my existence by watching and re-watching the movie #365dni, and imbibing in copious amounts of hilarious fandom that it ignited.
The memes. The critiques. The glamor. The cheese. The overall stupidity of it all. Sometimes it helps to distract yourself with some measure of stupidity that is so trivial that it not only instills some laughter but also inspires it’s own creativity. Found myself laughing out loud in my apartment alone so many times just remembering certain phrases from the movie, the memes they inspired, how ridiculous it all seemed, how we embraced that ridiculousness and wondering if it seemed so when they acted it.
"I've order it and I am gonna determine when I see it." really?"This is a telescopic tube..." Really, again? in your hotel room? how come?
Keep thinking, someone sat somewhere and wrote this warped degenerative psycho hyper-sexualized story and someone somewhere thought it was worth investing money in to make a movie. I mean, I have more sensitive female attuned fan fiction sitting in my hard drive, should I revive them? Granted the inspiration for them is now in his late 50’s and so aged, but still? Am I missing something?
That being said, spent the last week as well, reading some of my fan-fiction stories and picking out some of the best phrases from it. Some of it I read without even knowing the outcome, read them like a fan as if it was the first time. But if they're gonna keep making cheesy eroticas that include "telescopic tubes," I will have to keep on writing in hopes that mine may one day make it to the big screen.
Excerpt from Love is 30 - My lead character, Shelia turns 30.
Sometimes I think I am being punished for some of the choices I made in the past, for some of the people I unintentionally hurt, for all the things that my outspoken self uttered without regard to the emotions of the listener. I find that as the years go by it is hard to achieve that stillness that is common with happiness. What is it that makes me truly happy and why have I been so unable to achieve it? As I move from one job to another, from one man to another, I find that, there is a search there, an unburnished taste for satisfaction, for a blissful rest in one’s life, and that state is so elusive, it behoves that my attitude and outlook on life is one of disappointment, bitterness, and just regret. I don’t have any constraints, I am bitter. I had assumed that it would be placed on my lap, or at least my instincts would lead me to it, and so far it has not. I am riddled with wrong choices in almost everything except my belief in the One that makes dreams, salient, unspoken, unspecific ones, come true. And even if I have to live another 30 more, and work another 30 more jobs, and people and places, I know that when that state comes I shall be lifted from my feet transcending to heaven’s bed. I just have to learn to surpass the bitterness on my way there.
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