On the line between jealousy and care

There’s this thing that’s bugging me. It shouldn’t be bugging me, but it is.

I can’t really talk about it. Let’s be vague. Won’t you be vague with me?

There’s this thing I learned about this person I know. I hadn’t spoken with this person in a while and knew little about their life or the goings-on therein. It had almost gotten to the point where I wasn’t thinking about what this person might be up to on a daily basis. And then, I started speaking to them, and I learned this particular thing. And now not a minute goes by that it doesn’t cross my mind. I can’t bring it up, though. I’m in no position to bring it up. The only position I’m in is to sit here alone on a Friday night, drinking beer and thinking about it.

I’m entering our film into another film festival. The winner of said film festival becomes eligible for an Academy Award for Best Short Film.

Hahahahaha!

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3 Responses to “On the line between jealousy and care”

  1. Misanthrope says:

    Vague is no fun at all.
    Which film did you enter?

  2. Marc says:

    Selling The Faith.

  3. Misanthrope says:

    Oops, I had read it wrong before. I thought it said that you entered another film. Not another film festival.

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