Pain Is Fuel

Blog post 3 on this creative stuff…I think??

In the midst of finishing up my last week of school for this Semester I have been writing a ton recently about what I am always trying to write about: trying to understand life. More specifically, has been the idea of pregnancy for teens and a few people that I personally have met in my life that have been in this situation at to young an age. To Chey and Gina, I care for you both a ton!

Watching Teen Mom and The Secret Life Of The American Teenanger have both brought a few extra ouches to my mainframe. Let me back up a few steps.

Pain is fuel. What I mean is that pain and being human, as I talked about last time, become our lens. Our storytelling lens is how we see the world and whom we choose to look through. Characters then embody what we are trying to communicate.

George Clooney in Up In The Air, a man who is constantly running away and discrediting himself. His reality has become the airplanes he flies in and the firing of people’s jobs. A very startling relevant story for 2008 and even now.

Rachel Getting Married is a brutal downhill spiral of facing personal addiction and one’s selfish acting family.

Lars And The Real Girl deals heavily with lonliness and isolation and selfishness. This is one of my favorite films of all time. Its so well done, I feel like its not a movie.

The two shows I have been watching deal heavily with adolescence, a very misunderstood time in life. And adding the element of having babies in your teens, that really adds a ton of deadweights to the lives in these shows. Brenda Hampton seems to be mastering a slightly cleaner version of the crappy Dawnson’s Creek through Amy Jurgens.

I don’t know how much more of these shows I can take, probably not to much longer. But it has provoked me to reflect, as I do when I am watching everything.

Pain is fuel. Pain is what everyone deals with. Pain eventually becomes suffering and suffering becomes an addiction. A incurable wound that one will waste their entire existence on getting the remedy. The cure for the pain-to quote Jon Foreman, is essentially the driving force behind the story.

If someone was to ask me what needs to be in a story I wouldn’t hesitate and say: conflict. Conflict is the practical application of pain. Without conflict we would have very bland and boring stories. If there is no resolve inside of characters to move forward in the midst of their pain then the story would not move forward.

In Sunshine Cleaning, the line that cuts me deep, was when Amy Adams got told by Emily Blunts character, “you are pathetic!” The way it was timed in the scene was very on edge and dreary that you really took that one personally.

Pain is the fuel for the story as well as allowing yourself to be a human. Now, I must clarify this. I am always operating under the onus that we are Godless. Most stories are not about Christ or anything heavenly. Most stories are about humans being humans and us succeeding. I think we can still learn from these stories even though they become Godless very fast.

Pain still needs an education. Abuse and betrayal and disappointment still need to be talked about. I think we need to get creative with how this takes place. I just finished reading The Lonely American the other night, its a real easy read about the lonely elements to our present over techno world. Its very fascinating. But what if we took that very real human pain and turned that into characters?

What would happen if we dealt with the issues that people don’t want to talk much about. Dealing with the elephant in the room could turn into potent material for storytelling.

Life is certainly full of times of misunderstandings and heart ache that does not bring the cure for the pain but if we can find new ways to be creative about it then I think we could find much success.

I found a new wave of revelation about Mat Kearney’s life in his new album Young Love, its been blaring pretty loud in my car recently. In the song Rochester he really explains his father wounds, as I have tweeted before, and you really relate to it in a new way. Abuse, drugs and running away put you in his position, which I believe is running with your back turned to what happened. Escape isn’t always the answer but seems to be when you are abused. Tyler Perry certainly has made 350 million talking about his own personal abuse in his plays.

I had found out one of the writer’s in this recent film I watched was her own story. She certainly took her own story and made it make sense inside fiction.

As Hemingway said ” A Man can be destroyed but not defeated.” Perhaps, we are not yet defeated but are trying to make sense of how life can destroy us sometimes. Like Confessions Of  A Shopoholic when she realizes that shopping and material possessions are not as important as the people she loves. Or how Heroes ends with the ultimate message: love.

SO, in conclusion. Let us write about our pain with redemption in mind. Next up: how to move from pain, human to a place of redemption. A new idea, I feel.


Belly Full Of Responsibility

This is a mix of a few thoughts and experiences. As I said earlier this week. A lot of what I say is what I’ve heard or seen and this subject has me in awe because I want to understand  it all the more. I am really mentioning Cheyanne. A young women I worked with in the OC back in 2009. So, girl, if you are reading this; I dedicate this to you. I hope you are finding Jesus these days in the midst of the pain. Reading Gary Cross’s Men Into Boys has been very eye opening. The breakdown of the male has really relegated us to a place of confusion more then anything. My reference to the Mook and the Midriff are references to marketing schemes for tv in reference to companies placing these male figures that share much dissidence and disdain for anything responsible. The common stat that most video game buyers are 35. More to be said about what I am saying. So, I am sure I will talk more about this as time unfolds.

Belly Full Of Responsible

I’ve been going over it in my mind of the seemingly innocent parade of teenange

Adolescents and the slip of pregnancy, girls confined to bellies of responsibility and

A generation of video game surroundings inside the machine of the man,

Years of jackass have become just that, the mook has brought a hook, coolhunting

Has costed our souls, no one wants to say yes to responsibility and the sudden

Hostility to see some baby everyday share your failures, share you facial structure,

And the scar tissue goes deeper, there she was on the edge of the pavement with

Stark raving Orange County behind me, Coke in a hand and unsuprised by her tears,

There I was with all her fears in my hand, Chey you just don’t understand you’ve

Been alone for years, on the outside you had the perfect exterior and too much

Makeup all in attempts to cover up the cake inside, you were on the edge of breaking

That night and their I was faced with new alabaster to be broken down, with a

Dumpster behind me I too was hit with abortion, how your tears could just go

Away if you just throw it away now, and isn’t that the deception, and overmedicated

Society that requires this as priority, we are the best of our creation and its always

Our comforts that win and that’s the sin how I feel it within, churning in me is

Rebellion in dismay how the enemy came to sway and I’m left to say: I don’t know

What I would do if pregnancy was in my hands but I am certain I am saying

Something to the video gamed beached male that seems to think its normal

To not care and live undone in the name of fun, daddyless soul ties from the

War partides have come after us again, the GI bill doesn’t pay for pain and

Gets you sane, we’ve fallen far from becoming men and meanwhile there is

Her suffering again, belly full of aching and mind still thinking—will he be

There for me when it really matters and I stick my fist in my mouth and practice

Hitting my knees because soon because the impending doom is around for the

Men of fruit of the loom just a better body must replace the mind, no this ain’t

The American dream but so it seems that the crazier one gets the more options

Are there for regret and James Bond he eventually dies and does hard time,

Hugh Hefner needs the salt softener and a righteous harbinger to bring the

News that endless magazine covers resists the fuzz and gives the  buzz

Needed to keep us coming back for more, all for the mook to get the midriff

And for the money to stay paid, here I am again in the face of what the right

Thing seems to be but I pray to God I have the ability to choose right before

I face Him again tonight in the midst of falling asleep when I should be wide

Awake and a billion more hit the dust as more islands of souls have disappeared,

Soon coming judge requires that we stay responsible for not what we’ve said or

Thought but my hands have wrought