“Then where does it take me? I’m not necessarily a director, I’m not necessarily an actor—”
“Yeah,” Matt said. “I doubt that you’re going to be Meryl Streep. But you’re also not just Chris Farley—you have that special thing where you’re guileless and real.” He leaned in: “What you really need to do is get out and start dating. Do all the shit that makes you anxious. Remember that nobody is good at meeting people in bars—”
“You met your wife at a bar!” Tom cried.
“But I was terrible at talking to her!” Matt replied. “And that’s why Carin liked me. Failure is a badge of honor. Be willing to get out there again and fail. It’s like the end of ‘The Graduate’: He goes to the church, he stops the wedding, he gets the girl. And then there’s a minute or so afterward, where they’re both on the bus: Now what? You’re about to have that ‘Now what?’ of the rest of your life.”
“Is this how it should feel?” Tom asked. “Being an adult?”
“Yes,” Matt said. “If you’re waiting for anxiety and fear and self-doubt to go away, you’re going to wait forever.”
Tom drank up. Then he laughed softly and said, “We have this conversation at least once every two weeks.” (x)