No metaphors, just plain English.

We all get that feeling one day or another in which we just simply cannot be bothered. As you’ve probably guessed I’m in that joyous mood right now. It’s difficult to describe, it’s just this feeling of absolute nothingness that causes us to analyse the finer details of everyday life. There is a preference to walking rather than driving or the usage of public transport, a need for lying around the house listening to music which we may consider to be describing our lives.

In the end we find no answer to our nothingness because nothing has created our nothingness except our need to feel nothing. To distract our mind from the things we are supposed to consider important we deliberately procrastinate by doing nothing, making up excuses for ourselves such as not feeling well or blaming the weather for the uninspired attitude that has overcome us.

It is not a bad feeling, just a bizarre one. It is as if time has intentionally slowed for us. The world is spinning on an even slower scale, and no I am not on drugs just thought.

The only talent I truly have is my thought and to be imaginative; it has always been my strong point therefore my mind is constantly procrastinating from the important. The stories and screenplays that I create are designed to challenge cinema in ways that it hasn’t been before. With films I feel as though I’m in competition with all that already exists. After the Twilight saga was written a fair few were aware of the books and that was acceptable, however the movies were later released and now it is not acceptable as the main fan base for the Twilight exists due to the sex appeal that Robert and Taylor supposedly have. I feel as though I am the only person who is going to the cinema for a story rather than graphics and hunks.

The Twilight movies, which one of them I was forced to watch make me cringe. Watching Kristen and Robert on screen is by far the most awkward thing; there is such a painful atmosphere in which I must close my eyes and imagine I’m reading Harry Potter to take away all the hurting that the vampire/ werewolf three way is causing me (Though it should be noted that I’m not referring to the seventh HP book as that was monumentally horrendous).

Ah, this is how I deal with my nothingness; slagging off terrible productions of once loved books that will only in the future be remembered for Patterson’s lack of enthusiasm to his role and the many, many abs that Lutner possesses.