It is amazing. The level of vehemence I have when I am in a competitive mode. Here's the story. A friend helps me edit my film. While we are editing my film, he decides to shoot a short. He shoots and finishes his short, and as you can see from my last entry I am still hanging on to my feature. His short gets accepted into the exact festival I was hoping to get my film into. My film was rejected. It hurts. Boy, does it hurt.
He is fucking hot (Paris Hilton 'hot', not, well, I mean it not in the sense of being attractive, though he is... well, whatever...), and I am not. And I feel like it is my destiny to be a step removed from filmmakers who have their audience, while I continue to come in second best at the local film festival.
Oh, I'm happy for him by the way. Seriously... I am.
B.
He is fucking hot (Paris Hilton 'hot', not, well, I mean it not in the sense of being attractive, though he is... well, whatever...), and I am not. And I feel like it is my destiny to be a step removed from filmmakers who have their audience, while I continue to come in second best at the local film festival.
Oh, I'm happy for him by the way. Seriously... I am.
B.