let me just start off by saying it was fantastic. it was not at all what i expected it to be. I mean i expected it to be a cute little flick about how Owen Wilson enjoyed Paris in the nighttime, but it completely shocked me.
I won't ruin the plot for whoever brave soul is reading one of my posts on the internet, but basically Owen Wilson plays an unhappy writer who is just trying to find his inspiration to finish the novel he has been working on for a while. he lives in the present but wishes that he lived in Paris in the 20s. So he decides to walk back to his hotel alone one night, after a wine tasting he went to with his fiance. However, he is a little tipsy and soon becomes lost, so he sits down on some steps of a place (a church, maybe, i forget exactly where). he is called by some unknown people in a taxi to join them to go to a party, and, since he is lost anyway and a little tipsy, he goes along for the ride. By getting into the car he is somehow transported into Paris in the 20s. And being there he meets many fantastic artist, some including Hemingway, Faulkner, and Picasso. He also meets a girl named Adriana, and he falls in love with her almost immediately. The feeling is mutual, of course. Anyway, basically Adriana is unhappy with her own era, she believes that the 1890s were the perfect time. The lesson is that we are all a little unhappy with our own eras, but there are things we enjoy about them. And though we feel that being part of one era would be ideal, after living for long enough in that era would result in our wishing we were part of another era, etc., etc.
Now, for the interesting part.
This movie got me thinking. intensely. First i thought about how i've always wished to live in the 20s. Not necessarily in Paris, but i have to admit it does seem like the best place to live at the time. No Great Depression, that kind of thing. Also, Hemingway, Faulkner, all of those fantastic writers who were living there at the time. And though i will admit that i haven't really been interested in reading their literature before, i think i will start now. There must be a reason why they are so famous, right? And also, talking to them, that would be incredibly beneficial to me, as an aspiring writer.
So i have decided that i would really like to live in Paris in the 20s. But that is not possible, i know that. But that would be my ideal situation. okay anyway. The movie really got me thinking. I am incredibly like Owen Wilson's character. I don't fit in with where i am now. I mean i have friends and such, but are they really my friends? chris i think is. Chris i think is the only one who really understands this. Not because i have talked to him about it, but i think because he thinks about things really deeply. just like i do. I take a lot of things really, really seriously. and i think he does too. anyway. All of my other friends, what do i really have in common with them? sure they are great friends, and of course they are fantastic to hang out with, but in the long run, i think what i want, what i really really crave in the end is other writer friends. I really want to talk to people who truly understand. People who have the same feelings as me, who see things like i do, who sometimes just get the urge to write. That's what i really want, i think.
Another thing i think i really want is to move here. Paris. which is where i am right now, any bloggers who were unaware. I mean when we went to Shakespeare's theater the other day, i loved it. I loved that they shelter aspiring writers there, and i really loved the writers meeting. i wanted to be a part of it. craved it. i want that so badly, interaction with other writers, feedback from people who aren't just my friends and family, who have no idea what they are talking about.
is this weird? am i just weird? i feel like i am way to old for my age. I think so much differently than others my age think. While kids my age are thinking about the next party, im planning my college career, planning where i want to live, what i want to be in my life. and i don't think anyone my age has a talent they are so sure about. A talent that they know they want to spend the rest of their lives focusing on. Well, that's not entirely true. But i know there are no other writers my age. But i feel like writers, at least famous, successful ones, aren't fifteen. sixteen in a couple days.
but then again, maybe this is my ticket. Maybe i'm supposed to start now. I mean i already attracted attention by doing the triathlon. Maybe this is my time. The time my body is pretty much in its best condition, and the time my mind is pretty sharp. I don't know. but maybe this is my time to turn heads, to become renowned, famous. I just don't know. i hope things get a little clearer for me soon. goodnight for now.
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