Introduction to Stupidity

I’ve owned about ~500 journals since I knew how to write. Mostly composition notebooks with flower doodles, some fancy ones with a clip, and at some point even a Password Journal. Every single one made it about halfway through the actual book. Some had just one page. I believe the one closest to being finished was my Barbie diary which even had its own key; somehow my 6 year old self was better equipped to keep track of keys than my 20 year old self was yesterday when I was locked out of my house. 

I should probably get to the point of this before you get bored and leave me for a nicer, better looking blog with a good car that can actually pay for your meals on dates (I thought I had my wallet with me, I swear). Every single time I bought myself a new journal it was an incentive that I would actually write in it. I told myself “I or my parents paid money for this crap so I can’t waste it”. It was a motivation to further my writing skills. Being an only child, I grew up more around books, especially during the summertime when my school friends were essentially not real. I love writing. To me, it’s the absolute perfect medium for expression, only to be rivaled by my other love, film. Even then, any good film has to have strong writing at it’s base or it will crumble. 

Therefore, I have created this blog as a way to channel my thoughts and to talk to you all about the things I love.

Now, to explain the title. I'm going to put it on the table right now that I don't know everything. I barely know some things. I'm not creating this blog with the sole purpose of teaching. I'm here to talk. I fully acknowledge that I am going to be wrong about the things I say, and I encourage anyone and everyone to call me out on my bullshit. What I put on this blog will be starting points of discussion for both me and you. 

I am a firm believer that there is never an end all be all opinion of a film, and that ideas and thoughts can change as quickly as it took me to forget the password to my Password Journal. I'm not here to talk at you, I'm here to talk with you. I'm only a 20 year old with a blog, after all.

And with that, I will leave you with a question (which is how I plan to end every article):

Which film should I talk about first?

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