This post is useless [7/90]

Yeah. So, that 90 in 180 is probably going to be a much better representation of how long it takes me to finish 90 blog posts. This weekend I was with my big sister who magically happened to be in ATL at the same time as me. Anyway, on to today's post.

I watched Midnight in Paris today. I had absolutely no expectations going into the movie (I had never heard anything about it). After, I can probably say it's one of my favorite movies.

There's a writer who idolizes the Lost Generation and the 1920s in general. While wandering around Paris (his dream city) he gets transported back to the 20's and meets all of the greats. The writers and the painters and just about anyone you can imagine.

It was fantastic. I loved every moment. From the camera angles to the themes to, well, everything. It spoke to me on a personal level.  Because I've done all that before. I've imagined everything and everyone being different. I've imagined talking to writers long gone, getting their input on my writing, what they would say, how they would act. All of it.

I've met people who think they're smart but they're really just full of it. Talked to people who everyone clearly loves, but who I just can't stand. Had moments where you wonder if you agree with anything your significant other says.

But it's his view on writing that stuck with me the most. The idolizing. The feeling that no one around you understands what it is you're trying to do. It was all so real for me. I can completely understand and relate to where the writer was coming from.

And what I realize more and more as I sit here with my grandma (who watched the movie with me) is how little other people can understand those feelings. Grandma things the guy was crazy. She doesn't understand where he was coming from. And by faulty association, doesn't understand what I feel about writing. (and by the way, Grandpa, who didn't watch the movie, thinks the guy was on drugs)

I think that to be any good at writing, you have to be a little crazy. A little bit confused. Passionate about something, anything. I think you have to be crazy because if you weren't you'd be doing anything else.