andrewshieh

STOP thinking about the good times…

Let’s face it; when we ask the little person in our head to retrieve the files in our memory cabinet A-Z, this little bastard fails to give us 100% of the memory. I don’t know if it’s some sort of defensive mechanism to protect us from feeling sad, but we become biased in our decisions in the future.

This is why you see retarded women going back to a guy who abused her everyday, she recollected good memories of him showing up at her door at midnight with a rose in his mouth but did not remember the time the guy grabbed a wooden spatula and repetitively shoved it down her throat.

Solution: Don’t think at all.

I remember yesterday like it was yesterday.

I was thinking of a movie idea, one that will challenge the idea of the “normal” society that we live in today. That instead of living in a world where the majority of the population is straight, that they are all happily gay. Then the straights will be looked down upon and they will have to fight for straight marriages.

So that brings me to another discussion, are straight people the bad guys for not legalizing gay marriages everywhere or is it simply because the new “normal” insists that gay marriages are wrong?

I thought of something fascinating, maybe capable of movie interest. Let’s say a girl who went through a bad break up with her boyfriend, wants to get him back. So she calls him everyday and leaves voicemails, promising to leave a voicemail every single day until he answers her. But she has been calling someone else the entire time…

Scary movie twist:
As the age of technology progresses, instead of making phone calls, she would text him every day. The “man” behind the cellphone isn’t her boyfriend, instead it is a serial killer. One day she said she would do anything, meet up with him anywhere he wanted. He texted back “Meet me at the park at midnight.” She was super excited and went there, sitting on the swing, waiting for her ex-boyfriend. As soon as midnight hits… she gets a little push from her back, bringing her into a steady swing motion… a smile instantly brightens her face, her eyes close intensely, and tears roll down her cheeks, beautifully… and when she turns around… it’s not him.

Happy movie twist:
Every voicemail she left, the “man” she was sending the messages to, listened to them every night. He knew what she liked, what she didn’t like, almost everything about her. It’s as if he was in love with her mentally, his own long distance relationship and she was the perfect one. One day, she told him she would be waiting at the park. Ecstatic, he grabbed his things and left. She was waiting there, on a soft, picnic blanket, fidgeting her fingers. She couldn’t get a hold of herself, hoping he would show up and also fearing what would happen. As she looks down at her half-eaten peanut butter sandwich, she sees a shadow grow on the blanket. And as she slowly looks up, her lips can’t help but tremble. It was a boy, resembling her ex-boyfriend. He was holding her favorite type of flowers, pink roses, her most desired cake, velvet, and a card. She read the card and it said, “I love you.” Her tears soaked the card like a wet towel and she gave him the biggest hug you can think of. They were married and are still together to this day.

“Real life” movie twist:
The person calls back and says you have been leaving voicemails on the wrong person’s phone. Get over it, you’re only 13. If he left you, he left you for a good reason. Why try to get him back? He’s obviously not picking up your phone calls anymore, he probably changed his number and now i’m stuck with it. Stop being a nuisance and grow up. Do well in school. Do great in college. Get a good job. Carry yourself, then you can whimper if you’re still single. This is for your own good and my own good, my wife thinks i’m cheating on her. Now stfu and quit calling me. Have a swell day! *click*