lots of people write scripts when they’re 22 about a romanticized version of their post-grad self feeling lost in a beautiful way, and fucking, and figuring out that life is messy but worth it, and it’s an immovable law of the universe that they are all bad. no offense. if mine turned into a movie I’d jump in the river.
Extremely nails how deep-immersion hanging with a kid is mostly endurance silliness to the point of exhaustion until suddenly it’s about the fear and heart-bursting heaviness of being thrust into a complicated and potentially formative heart-to-heart (which you fuck up but keep trying at because your soul is being gently shaken awake to the hope and peril of being human). I’ve been walking around for 10 weeks high on new-dad brain chemicals and ready to cry at even the slightest…