Make Good Art - Neil Gaiman (via The Philanthropy Factory)
Dear anon, firstly lets take a nice, slow, deep breath: In through your nose for a count of four, hold for a count of seven, exhale through your mouth for a count of eight. Done that? Great. Keep hold of that technique, because it’s great for panic and upset of all kinds.
Second; indeed he has. A great shame, especially on a day when he’s being lauded as Hollywood’s male feminist (huh?) du jour. However, let’s not forget this is twitter we’re talking about here, and while to you or I it might look like OMGWTFBBQHEHATESHER!!!11!! it could quite reasonably be: 1) the person who maintains his account cutting his follow list 2) an accidental unfollow (does happen, done it and had it done to me.) 3) not the way they communicate anymore (if indeed they do) or 4) a genuine ‘we have nothing in common anymore’ unfollow.
Which leads you and I to meditate on the nature of friendship, anon, and public versus private relationships and how much like or unlike us people in their profession are.
It’s not a secret that actors form brief, intense and transitory relationships when they’re working- it’s the nature of the beast. If you or I had to change school or work every three months we’d probably be like that too. Not to say that these relationships aren’t genuine, nor that they can’t and don’t lead to more permanent friendships, but without the contact and the effort from both parties it’s a tough call. Doubtless if they were to bump into each other, say five seconds from now on Franklin there wouldn’t be a shred of animosity and all would be fine, but perhaps they wouldn’t be grabbing a latte together and shooting the shit like we might if we met in the same situation. And doubtless if they were to work together again they would fall back into the same easy public relationship that they had in the Inception press tour.
But that’s a public relationship, one we’re meant to see; private relationships are another thing entirely, a place where we can only speculate on motive and emotion. I could do that for you anon, but I don’t think it’s wise. I love A/A, and think that A/A love each other (of course I do :D) but that’s a fictional relationship, one that’s safely locked into 2 hours 28 minutes of film and my exploring it is playing in a fictional sandbox. Joe and Ellen are another kettle of fish entirely; and while it might be nice to imagine they hang out over brunch? I can’t lie to you, anon. I won’t lie, in fact- we don’t know what they think of each other really, and as such we can’t decide in any definite way if this is “AGH YOU BASTARD!” or “Meh, whatever.”
For us this might seem like a snub, or a massive two fingers up, because for us when someone we like or admire follows us it is exhilarating, no word of a lie; and equally a nasty soul sucking drain when they don’t, even if you thought you were getting close, or worse, when they unfollow you. It hurts us perhaps because friendship is a rarer commodity among us, and connecting with new people is something we don’t do so continuously. That makes us luckier in some ways, because we have the chance to cultivate deeper relationships that last longer, support us and celebrate us when we when we need them to.
So anon, don’t worry. A/A? Madly doing the wild thing like lust drunk monkeys. Joe & Ellen? Well, I think if he did it deliberately he’s a twunt because she’s awesome, but sometimes that’s just the way life goes. Hey ho for a good script with both in, and onwards.
Does anyone else like…
Play a fanfiction in their head
and it’s really good and keeps you occupied
but when you actually sit down to write it
ALL THE TIME.
I can try to recreate the conversations and scenes later, but I know they pale in comparison to what I wrote in my head before. Usually when in the shower or falling asleep.
Bad times to be distracted by plotting fic in your head (yes, I have a list. Experience, you are a hard teacher):
Times when it’s OK: