Crazy Story

Crazy story:
Age is a restriction in itself, people saying that you’re too young, you can’t possibly understand what you understand, you can’t comprehend what you comprehend, you can’t even fathom, what you THINK you fathom about ANYTHING. You’re just not OLD enough.

Well EXCUSE ME…I’m sorry but in my nineteen years of existence I’ve seen the plague of ignorance stricken those even four times my age. Life is but a mystery, and to solve it one must discover, learn, and reach out for knowledge. The growing pains of our society, our human society as a whole, are due to the fact that people still cling to age-old methodology and stupid-thinking. Life isn’t black and white folks; just because you’re nineteen doesn’t mean you don’t know shit, you might even know more than someone who’s older than you, it all depends on each person’s own experiences and life lessons thus far. If I was thirty five years old but still clung to the arms of my egoistical self, I would probably not be enlightened as say a twenty four year old who figured it out sooner, earlier. It just happens so that he/she did, age regardless. Life is not black and white; again, life is not this or that. It’s this, that, and a little bit of this, that, and some more of that, mixed with this.

Anyways, earlier I was lit like a kite with Brandon outside. We were a few blocks upwards into my neighborhood, me sitting cross-legged on the grass while he was on the sidewalk, both of us underneath the shade. It was hot. We didn’t have any flowers, but luckily I had Andrew’s broken piece and the resin within that piece. I scraped resin out with a pair of scissors and mixed it with my container of kief. We smoked out of his bong and were pretty lit. In my hand I held a piece of paper with ten different auto mechanics in the area; I was calling to schedule a used auto inspection for the Mazda 6 I was interested in purchasing. As I sat there, I had a crazy idea. What if, there was a guy – could be autobiographical, but probably just relative in the same – who was socially awkward, okay? I mean this guy was the epitome, I’m saying he’s the quintessential example of a guy who didn’t know jack shit about social-shit, social-anything. He just didn’t have it. He was weird, strange, turned people off all the time because of what he said, he wasn’t aware of his actions or the things he said. Very aloof, very different, very lost and confused. Now, this guy, okay? He sucks so bad, possibly he had a childhood event, maybe he was brought up to not socialize, maybe having friends was frowned upon, not sure, anyways, what’s amazing about him is his drive. I mean, this guy’s determination was just spot-on. He never gave up. He knew he was incapable of getting girls, but his depression, his anxiety and everything made him want it even more. He wanted change; he wanted to be likeable, to be a guy girls wanted to bang. So he sets off on a journey see, his own personal odyssey to just social enlightenment, to find his soul, his lost self. At first you know, he sucks at talking to people, so he decides to use a phonebook. (He even has trouble interacting with people at stores and restaurants, ordering fast food anxiety, everything. Just public interactions were out of the question. ) So he gets this phonebook and starts calling random people. I mean, he’d like take down the numbers of ten different mechanics and call them up, asking for a routine check up or a used car inspection and never show up. He would only call to chat them up, have a fake car, whatever, and just use it as an excuse to socialize, to talk on the phone, to talk. Period. Now, overtime you see how he tries different approaches, he learns its how he says things that affect how a person reacts to him. So he changes up his approaches, the way he asks things, the way he talks. He tries everything, trial and error. He fucks up? He learns. Now, as this goes along, you see him changing. He gets friends soon enough, starts having them, fucks up though. Turns away guys. He sees guys, cool guys who are good with game, tries to befriend them, but his neediness and desperation just turn those guys away. I mean he could open well, but sustaining a conversation for a long period of time was just out of his reach. But he pushes at it. We see him get a girl naked and he fails to fuck her. We see him getting slapped by girls and like being turned down again and again, being laughed at. We see him have anxiety attacks in front of people. We see him being the shit, the life of the party, and we connect with him, we root for him. But then we see him lose state, fall out of grace, and land on his face. He hits this point, and then falls back, regresses. This inconsistency with himself, his personality and shit, his confidence, fucks with him. His issues become crazy, uncontrollable, but he fights it. Later on, we see him winning more, becoming a bigger pimp, closing, getting girls. Later at the end of the story, he’s just a straight pimp. And you feel for this guy. The entire movie – yeah it’s a movie idea – is just him, being badass. More importantly it’s the movie of a man, the absolute perfect example of a failed “man” who rises to greatness, who achieves his goals. He is able to communicate effectively and become a badass guy through many trials and obstacles. I want the audience to feel this guy, his pain, his loneliness, his despair, and his excitement at his progress, his life lessons, his everything. I want the cinematography to utilize many social ideas, many have a lot of emotional shots, I want the audience to feel him completely, understand his thoughts. I want us to be right there with him. I want it to teach – the movie I mean. I want this film to be able to teach a social lesson, as well as to have as a reference to one’s own journey to enlightenment and finding peace within oneself.