Just for fun, I thought I’d post a rough version of the poster for the film I’ve been working on for the past two and a half months. Within the next couple weeks we’ll be doing a photo shoot with the actors, and replacing the temporary picture of the clown character with better, higher quality images.
I’ll also be posting a trailer for the film relatively soon… ;)
After being told by 13 people in the past twenty-four hours that I need to write a new blog, I have conceded.
It’s been a while, indeed. Since my last post, I’ve written a few songs, shot a film, bleached part of my hair again, and eaten no less than twelve pizzas (six from Domino’s, five from Pizza Hut, and one from Little Ceasar’s).
Lately Jaclyn’s been on my mind a lot. Not in a “liek omg i want her back liek sooo bad” sort of way, though. It’s difficult to explain, but I’ll see what I can do:
As of late I’ve been listening to a lot of friends and acquaintances talk about ex-significant-others and current not-so-great relationships. I’ve found it somewhat interesting that people in general never run out of horrible things to say about their past love-interests. They can just go on and on about how such-and-such drove them insane and how this-and-that pushed them over the edge. It’s usually never explicitly stated, but they’ll run circles around the notion that their ex-boy/girlfriend is a complete moron, and that they should be avoided at all costs, lest I become less of a human being.
I was listening to one such rant as a certain Asian classmate of mine accompanied me to the mall. As she was telling me about how horrible her recent ex supposedly is, her voice steadily got louder, as if she wanted everyone in the mall to understand how much he deserved to go to hell. I quote: “It’s like… If I had known what an asshole he was, I would never have let him fuck me… Cuz, like, now I feel… …disgusting.”
Really? That’s what made you feel disgusting? I thought it would have been the fact that the number of guys you’ve slept with dwarfs the number of songs in my iTunes library, not that just one of those guys turned out to be a jerk. I digress…
Judging by my recent experience, it’s apparently pretty common for people to gripe about their past relationships. And this is what brought Jaclyn to mind.
Yeah, Jaclyn and I had issues. She was stupid sometimes, and I was stupid more times, but overall our relationship was pretty damn amazing. Whenever I get a chance to tell people about what an incredible person she is, I do. I’ve been told on more than a couple occasions by friends that the way I describe Jaclyn makes them feel like they’ve failed as human beings in comparison.
Becoming conscious of the contrast that exists between the way I feel about Jaclyn and the way [insert name here] feels about [insert insert-name-here's ex's name here] has done two things:
First, it has made me wonder what Jaclyn tells her friends about me. Does she talk about me like everyone else on the planet talks about their exes? Or does she talk about me the way I talk about her? Somewhere in between, perhaps?
Secondly, it’s expanded the appreciation I have for the relationship Jaclyn and I shared what seems to be a century ago. This isn’t the first time such an expansion has taken place.
Over my first year or so in college, I met tons of new people, and many of them were complete asshats. They were wastes of flesh, who had accomplished nothing, and wished to accomplish nothing, thinking that a productive evening consisted of a bottle of Everclear, sex with a stranger, and pools of their own vomit.
Whereas in high school, Jaclyn was the most amazing person I had met out of a relatively small number of people, in college she became one of the most amazing people I had ever met out of a much larger collection of people. I can only assume it’s a trend that’ll continue for the rest of my life.
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