Aspies For Freedom

I enjoy writing dialogue pieces because of writing screenplays (or attempting to) I do it in a one-two pattern. So: first person talks, then second, than first. So it goes like a real conversation. They sound real but have never taken place. I go authentic with them. Here's two I've written of late:

“There are so many strange and obscure things within this world.”
“I completely understand you man.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Its like….take Kate Moss for example. She gets caught doing cocaine which is often career damaging to other celebrities, and yet she actually earns more that year. “What has this world come to?”
“Yeah….what about Don Imus?”
“Who’s Don Imus?”
“That guy who called the girls on the Rutger’s Basketball team nappy headed ho’s.”
“That’s Imus?”
“Yeah. After he gets dropped for saying such stupid remarks, he has the nerve to sue CBS for $41 million dollars.”
“Well if they dropped him without any notice then he should be entitled to some pay for “lost wages.”
“I disagree with you on that point. Because in my opinion, he shouldn’t get jack all. What he did was offensive, and CBS is covering their *** because they don’t need him pulling another stunt like that again.”
“CBS is covering their *** because they want advertising money and their reputation. That’s the only respect that Imus’ comments bother them in.”
“I slightly agree with you on that point.”
“That’s a first from you.”
“What? I’ve never agreed with you on anything before?”
“No…you’re always arguing with me on every single thing.”
“Oh come on, that’s ridiculous. What about the time when you thought that Pulp Fiction was better than Kill Bill? I completely agreed with you there.”
“That’s because Kill Bill sucks big time.”
“I have to disagree with that big time.”
“See! You always do that. It’s a piece of crap because they charge twice for the ticket prices and it’s suppoed to be “1 movie”. My ***. Movies shouldn’t be made where you have to purchase two tickets.”
“Would you really want to sit through a 4 hour plus movie?”
“I sat through Grindhouse.”
“That wasn’t 4 hours.”
“I don’t care. They could have released the movies separately.”
“They did…in other countries.”
“Okay, what were we talking about again?”
“Something uninteresting that you brought up.”

Fin

“Hi, what’s going on? I was just walking by and saw you and well….we haven’t talked for awhile so thought we’d uh….talk?”
“How are you man? I haven’t seen you for quite some time.”
“I know. It’s been around what? Three months now.”
“Yeah, it was something about an argument we had.”
“I can’t distinctly remember what the argument was in the first place.”
“Honestly, neither can I.”
“So what are your plans for this weekend?”
“I’m planning on seeing Pirates of the Caribbean three.”
“Interesting pick.”
“How is that an interesting pick?”
“Just that its long, loud, and the second one was awful.”
“How was the second movie awful? Please explain that to me.”
“They ended the movie with it basically saying to be continued. You just don’t do that. You can’t just say “Got your money, come see the end of this movie for another $10 next year!”
“Quite frankly, they can do whatever the hell they want, its their movie franchise.”
“…and you support that industrialized commercial nonsensical money grabbing garbage?”
“Yes….yes I do. I will proudly be sitting in the middle section with my girlfriend, eating popcorn and drinking a nice cold Pepsi.”
“You actually pay for the drinks and popcorn too?”
“Uh…yeah. It’s the whole movie experience man.”
“How often do you go?”
“Like twice a week.”
“Overkill?”
“No, just for fun. When you actually have a job you can do things like that.”
“Nice jab.”
“…or a car for that matter. Have you gotten your license yet? You’re what, 23?”
“20. What is with you and the low blows.”
“It ain’t a low blow if it’s the trizzuth.”
“The trizzuth? Please speak proper English. You’re what? 32”
“29. If you want me to speak in your illogical scrambled and disorderly way of speaking, added on with an unintelligent delivery, then you have your wish.”
“You are being such a dick.”
“…….”
“Now I know why we didn’t talk in the first place for three months.”
“Why is that?”
“Because the same damn thing happened with the Matrix Reloaded.”
*#1 walks away.*
“What a dumbass, it was Kill Bill.”

Fin

Comments are appreciated whether or positive or negative, I can only improve that way. While writing a screenplay I'd put the names in. Oh, and sorry for starting another thread but this one contains dialogue pieces and blogs I've written that are there to create discussion and the title of the other thread isn't good.

I was looking for celebrities born on my birthday, I have found a very short list.  And of that short list, the only ones I was familiar with are the following:

- Don Imus
- Woody Harrelson
- Slash (Guns 'n Roses)
- Monica Lewinsky

All of the first three have had problems with drug addiction, the last one is famous for the wrong reason.

It seems like the going-trend with these celebrities is an ongoing problem with "identity" and it seems that addiction problems are a frequent result.  It is the same struggle for me... interesting.

I can't believe Don Imus was born on your birthday. What a coincidence. Odd.

One Thing Can Change Your Life
Written By: Kyle B.
Posted on: 2:15am Monday, May 7

I think as a writer you always dream of writing something that can help someone, or inspire them. It seems that with writing coming and going constantly (I've had writer's block novel wise since around September 2005 now) I have had the opportunity to help someone, and when that happens, my job is done. A friend of mine who was around 15 at the time, (I had just turned 16) was reading each chapter of my "novel" as it was written and without saying who it was, the person was going through very difficult times. Constant depression, loneliness, etc. But somehow, something within the story related to her, and she made that clear to me throughout, thanking me and asking me to continue it.

It was around September 2005 when "Lost Wisdom" was still being written (it is on the internet somewhere, look for it if you're truly interested) and we were losing touch. She was switching schools, the harder times were starting to go away, and I could tell by her letters. It was about a week before I got writer's block when she sent me her last e-mail, thanking me for the writing and that she felt "strong enough" to handle what was before her. That was the last message I've ever received from her, and the story ended there....the writer's block started.

Thinking of these things fills me with a little anxiety, because it sounds too surreal to be true. Maybe it was an absolute coincidence that the writer's block came on, or maybe there was a greater reason, because my job was done. You see by writing about the obstacles the main character was facing, it did for her what I couldn't do for myself, and that is what we writers live for. It doesn't matter if you live in a car with a 1974 typewriter, if you can help someone with your writing, at least one person....your job is done. But yet I don't feel like mine is yet.

It's strange, because all of these odd events keep happening. It's like a greater power is saying "I'm giving you all of these scenarios now write them down and run with it." Everything must happen for a reason, or else its just for nothing. That girl you met in ninth grade that you bumped into when you were twenty five and ended up marrying, that had to happen for a reason. There's a reason why things mean a lot to us at one time, musicians who later in life mean nothing at all but for the single fact that they helped us grow....helped us get into adulthood and mature. The strangest occurrences just repeat themselves, and it does make one good story; if only I could write it.

It seems like you can meet someone for the first time and they can have such a long lasting impression on you that what they said sticks with you for a lifetime. You realize in that exact moment as those words were said that there is hope for you, that you can achieve something. You can do it in the face of adversity and do what you need to do.

Music is always right there for me. All of my best memories all relate to a song. To certain musicians, to certain lyrics, and to certain people. Because without them, it would of been hard for me to write this today. It seems like when you are going through the hardest of times, the perfect song just plays and you remember that forever because of that one song. Friendships can be made from music, its a natural bond. But were it not for music, I wouldn't be able to write at all, wouldn't of had the the sheer courage to make it through any of what happened. The musicians' songs at those moments that played an integral role in helping me out will never be forgotten. I don't see memories first, I hear the song and then the memories playing with them, and it brings back a stronger emotion.

In a matter of minutes you can go from being upset to feeling better, just because that right song played. For those three minutes and thirty seconds, you've forgotten about everything around you...you just zone it out, and the singer's voice and you're thoughts just focus on that song, and when its over, the problem that was eating away at you fades away a bit too. Music is the best medicine.

But the main point here is that whether or not you like music, whether or not you can write yourself or have an outlet, life is too precious to just let go of. If things are terrible for a few months then overcome it. It is possible, and there are more than enough people to be an example of it. I've survived a dying parent, being labeled as worthless, bullied, and literally spit on, and the things that come along with growing pains like the fear of never amounting to anything. I'm still here to write this because I survived it. It all comes down to a state of mind, and you are more than capable of doing it, you just have to grit your teeth and get through it as best you can...and whatever you do, don't give up.