Lynn was working her ass off and going to college full-time to fulfill her dream of becoming a veterinarian.
Matt was a.... um, hold on here, ... oh yeah, he was a "filmmaker."
Without a film. Or an idea. Or a script. Or actors, or a story, or you know, anything that has at least something to do with making a film, which I think is what being a "filmmaker" entails.
You wouldn't understand anyway, because you're not a filmmaker. It's a purely conceptual yet very complex job you can just do in your head. With your eyes closed, lying on the couch while watching Judge Judy. Every day. For months. It's very difficult. You have to be a thinker. Believe me, you'll never understand.
Anyway, he lived at a party house with all his party friends that his Dad paid for, he didn't have a job that actually involved "work" as you or I might define it, and he couldn't get a job because he didn't have a driver's license, but he couldn't get a driver's license because he didn't have a job, and he..... are your eyes tired? You get the picture.
But here comes mean little "Mrs. Work-all-the-time" Lynn up in poor little filmmaker Matt's face one day, telling him she's concerned he just seems a little unmotivated. And by doing so, she just totally ruined a great scene Matt was writing in his head as he lay on the couch amidst a sea of Cheeto bags and moldy sweatsocks.
"It's like I'm going somewhere with my life and you're not," she expressed with great concern to her unmotivated jackass of a boyfriend.
Did I say just unmotivated jackass? Shit, I meant filmmaker.
But Lynn, like all you readers out there, just doesn't understand the fine art of filmmaking. You see, part of the conceptual process of making a film is playing Xbox and sleeping all day, and then getting too fucked up every night to go get a driver's license the next day.
I mean, the DMV closes at 5 pm. Who the hell gets up before 5 pm?
Here, why don't I just let Matt explain it you:
First off, the motivation thing. It's true that I do have a slight motivation problem. It's no surprise, I've had it for years. I am working to rid myself of it, but to tell the truth, it's kinda difficult. Actually, it's a pain in the ass. But hey, just takes time. The driver's license thing? That'll happen. Don't know when, but probably sooner rather than later. Job? That goes hand in hand with the license. Movie? Working on it. BEEN working on it. Of course, you already know that.
"I'm going somewhere with my life and you're not." Great. I'm a victim of cliche. You're working your way through college, and after x number of years, you'll graduate with a degree and find a job in your chosen field. I, however, have absolutely no idea what sort of time span I'm looking at. Gotta write a script, find a cast, find a crew, shoot the movie, edit the movie, release the movie, hope it catches someone's eye, repeat. Filmmaking is an art, and like all other art types, the artist's success depends on the number of people that view his/her piece and their overall reaction to it. Completely unpredictable, but you know what? I'm willing to chance it. Because even though I might end up a complete and utter failure, the possibilty of success makes it worth the risk.
Did you tell her that you couldn't be involved with anyone who does drugs because it might jeopardize your career in the medical profession? Because I gotta say(as a friend) ... that's just not cool. Putting career above people is not a nice thing to do. In fact, I believe it makes a very definite statement of character.
Which brings us to the final issue: will I change? Will I realize that drugs are a bad thing and swear that I will never touch them again? Will I go off to college, get a degree, and attempt to lead a normal life just life everyone else? Two words: fuck no.
The point is, I'm not going to change my beliefs and I doubt you're going change yours, so I guess from that standpoint there is a certain incompatibility between us.We just need to accept the fact that it didn't work out, and put all this behind us. I can only hope that you're as willing to remain friends as I am.
Did you hear that? He's so unmotivated, that he can't even motivate himself to become unmotivated. Is that even possible? Someone Google it.
Needless to say, they never spoke again.
Lynn is now a practicing vet tech.
Matt is a .... yeah, you know.