Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-44610077-20200119003257

I wish I could start over and be able to live my previous life again, before I was famous. Once you become an actor, all your friends don’t exist, and all your enemies are your friends. The worst part about it, though, is I have to keep this stupid blog page so people know what I’m doing. It’s stupid. It would be okay if the blog was about my acting career, but no, I have to make my life look like some reality show. My manager says it’s mandatory. My manager is an idiot. “Jared, you need a social media page so people always know what you’re doing!” Such an idiot.

Sometimes I get to visit home and meet my family. I saw my buddy Taryn today. “Hey Jared! How’s acting going?” She said. “I can tell you honestly and truthfully that it sucks.” “C’mon, it can’t be that bad! Dude, you’re living the dream while I’m stuck here in Tremorton!” “Whatever. Taryn, are we still having dinner tomorrow?” “Of course!”

Something weird happened that night. I went to post a new page on my blog, but when I tried to log in, the computer said that the account could not be found. I thought that was pretty weird, so I tried to find my blog page on Google. Nothing showed up. Stupid. I typed the url to my account page into the search bar:

Error 404 Page not found

What? Whatever.

I spent the next day watching movies I starred in. I grabbed my favorite and put in the dvd. The movie started up and… my name wasn’t in the opening credits. The opening scene started, and I awaited my part. I wasn’t in the scene. What the f*ck?

I went to the diner to meet Taryn. I got there and saw her sitting alone. I went to go talk to her. “Hey Taryn. How’s it going?” I ask. “Get the f*ck away from me, you creep! How do you know my name?” “What? Taryn, what’s going on?” “Get away from me before I call the cops!” “But Taryn, it’s me, Jared!” “Look, I don’t know who you are, or how you know my name. Just get away from me and I won’t call the cops.”

It didn’t make sense. I went to my parents house to see if they knew what was going on.

I knocked on the door. “Harry, somebody’s at the door!” My dad answered the door. “Eh… Who are you?” He said. “Uh… it’s me, Jared? Your son?” “Excuse me, you must be confused, we don’t have any children. You may be on your way.”

I couldn’t believe it. My parents didn’t know me. It was like I never existed…

It occurred to me that I didn’t know my name. That’s kinda sad for a grown man, but Jared Wakeman apparently does not exist, so I don’t know what to think. I guess I have to start over.

Author13 (talk) 00:32, January 19, 2020 (UTC) 