Not like us...

He really wishes there was a movie of his life. Or like a short miniseries he could turn on when he wanted to know what was coming. Even if it meant he'd know the ending, at least he'd know what to do next. But there aren't movies for boys like him. Growing up he could never find himself in the Hollywood endings or music montages. He wasn't giving speeches at prom, or racing to the airport. He grew up watching movies for other boys, learning from the wrong playbook. Stealing notes from someone else's paper. Maybe that's his problem.