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Who's gonna play me? I think I should play me.

Please stop this song and dance for a while...

Created on 2006-06-16 15:42:38 (#10466152), last updated 2007-01-06

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Name:	Danlly Domingo
Location:	Long Beach, California, United States

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KAUFMAN (at a screenwriting seminar):
Sir, what if a writer is attempting to create a story where nothing much happens? Where people don't change, they don't have any epiphanies. They struggle and are frustrated, and nothing is resolved. More a reflection of the real world.

MCKEE:
The real fucking world...? First of all, you write a screenplay without conflict or crisis, you'll bore your audience to tears. Secondly, nothing happens in the world? ...Are you out of your fucking mind? People are murdered every day. There's genocide, war, corruption. Every fucking day, somewhere in the world, somebody sacrifices his life to save somebody else. Every fucking day, someone somewhere makes a conscious decision to destroy someone else! People find love! People lose it! For Christ's sake, a child watches a mother beaten to death on the steps of a church! Someone goes hungry! Somebody else betrays his best friend for a woman! If you can't find that stuff in life, then you, my friend, don't know crap about life! AND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WASTING MY TWO PRECIOUS HOURS WITH YOUR MOVIE!?! I DON'T HAVE ANY USE FOR IT! I DON'T HAVE ANY BLOODY USE FOR IT!

KAUFMAN:
Okay, thanks.

Today, I sat back and watched people. All day long. I observed lonely old men with canes, feeding pigeons in the park. I observed business men and women, looking busy with their cell phones and suitcases. I watched couples fighting. Stoners talking about their highs. Teachers lecturing. Parents yelling. The jocks. The goths. The plastics. And the random people, worrying about the random things like grass stains on white shoes and panty lines. I observed the rebels with their obvious concern to have a lack of concern. The little girls chasing after the musical ice cream truck. The Asian tourist trying to capture every moment on camera. The retired, elderly ladies who spend their days gardening and reading books. The homeless man that talked to himself.

I saw all of this, and I thought it was great. No matter how much I hated watching a couple tell each other how much they loved each other, or how much I hated seeing people stare at the retarded kid with the awkward hip... it was all great. I got to see everything that pisses me off, and everything that makes me happy. I saw everything that I don't pay attention to because I just don't care, and everything that I should be paying attention to. I saw everything.

And I wonder, if I could step out of body for a day and observe myself, how many things would I see that would piss me off? And how many things would I see that would make me happy? I wonder how many times I would look in the mirror. How many times I would fix my hair. How long I would sit in the sun. How much time would I spend with my friends? How many times would I lie to people? How many times would I lie to myself? How hypocritical would I get? How loving would I be? How hateful would I be?

And most of all, I wonder how much I would let myself down, and just how much I would amaze myself.

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