Note to myself: Never trust in Goats anymore.
Ok. So.. I felt ready. After some hours stuck with the computer, refining my CV, my website (that you can check out in here) and looking for some job opportunities on linked in, I thought myself:” You’ve done enough of internet today, you feel ready now to close it and start writing a bit on your next short film screenplay”. The only thing that was pushing me away from my goal was this message I had to write to my girlfriend: ‘It’s alright, I’m not mad, we’ll talk tomorrow’. Simple task.. yet fuckin’ hard.
I opened chrome (then I realized it was already opened), pressed ctrl+t (I already had tons of tabs opened as well), typed ‘f’ and ‘send’ with the speed of an ewok running away from the troops. And right after that, saw that video, that video with a llama in it that said ‘Livin’ on a prayer Goat version’. I had no other chance. I clicked on it.. and suddenly..
Forgot everything. Blank page on my brain. Nothingness in my stream of consciousness.
Two motherfuckin’ hours later I found myself watching some irani blog that claimed it would help me to make money by recording myself masturbating with an orange.
My girlfriend dumped me in a matter of seconds.
And I never wrote single word of my screenplay. Of course.
Hasn’t it never happened to you? Let’s say.. you’ve spent a whole day trying to input all your contact list from your old-fashioned analog notebook and, at the end of the day.. Something happens, your mobile phone go to hell.. You fuck up at some point.. we don’t know what happens, but.. you loose all you did.
Ok. It’s not work. But it stil beats the shit out of someone right away.
Well.. three days later you meet with this old friend of yours who’s a damned fuckin’ geek and, after you tell the whole story.. your great drama about how you ended up wasting a whole afternoon in the pursue of having a better organization by migrating to the digital.. after that.. he goes like:
“Didn’t you know you can take a picture and the phone will search for the numbers and organise it by its own?”
Then there’s silence. There are some awkward sights. And then.. SHAME.
Well.. I’m that kind of guy.
And it still happen.