I'm a People
It’s really odd.
I feel like such a late bloomer these days. Whenever I stumble across some great revelation about what I want to do with life, I get the impression that everyone else has known this stuff for ages.
You know those interviews with really successful people, and the first thing they say is “Don’t hold back, just get out there and do it”?
I reckon I’m a complete dullard sometimes. I would look at those interviews, listen to those words and think, “Yeah… that’s good advice. But that doesn’t really apply to me.”
But it does.
I mean, there have been plenty of times when I’ve remarked to someone how I’d really like to do [thing] with my life, and they’ve asked me why I don’t.
And I’d answer with various excuses, citing bills, rent/mortgage, job etc.
But now I look back, and realise that these were all excuses. And, by equal measure, I think these people who ask me “Why don’t you?” were really trying to prompt me into actually doing something... but I was too daft to see it.
I was like a kid who wanted a cookie, and when the parent asked me why I don’t simply take one, I’d think of a reason not to.
How daft is that?
I watch these documentaries about famous film-makers and what they do when making movies. They talk about their stuff like it’s everyday hum-drum. I sit and watch it and think “wow, they’re exceptional people” and I’ll have this feeling that being like them is something way out of reach – like some fantasy world.
They have money. They have backing.
Yes, they’re exceptional people.
But they’re people. Like me.
I’m a people too.
I’m sure that Peter Jackson had to take his initial step into film-making to get where he is now. Hell, I’ve seen Bad Taste. If he can make epic movies after that [piece of] “movie”, then hope is not lost for my first piece, “Scribblings on a Napkin” – working title (which is more representative of the medium rather than the content).
I am 28 years old. I realise this NOW? It seems that everyone else has known this crap for years!
I should’ve just taken the fuckin’ cookie.