Jeremy seems to perceive himself as having a uniquely profound and superior perspective on life and human existence but in a way that is reminiscent of a teenager who has smoked pot for the first time and whose mind was suddenly blown by the realization the the universe has no known end. The movie opens with a woman in the audience who was upset by the play, clearly distressed, and yelling at him about how he doesn't understand the challenges that she has been through in her life and felt blamed for being white. He responds to her by saying that the play is not about her but "just about these eight people up here." He then goes on to say that it is "a metaphor" but "just about these eight people," seemingly to be momentarily forgetting the meaning of metaphor. After the woman storms out, he mocks her to the entire audience.
He offers insights into the depth of his thinking with soliloquies along the lines of, "Theater is, like, my life, you know. Like I breath it and live it, and like it is everything for me, and, you know, like, theater is, like...you know?" He talks about how he reads all sorts of random things online and has "like a million tabs open all the time," implying, somehow, that this is evidence of his profundity. He speaks with an air of thick pretentiousness, like a first year college student gracing their audience with their nascent socio-political awareness. He is able to defend his incohesive and mostly incoherent thoughts and arguments by presuming that anyone that disagrees with him just doesn't understand the world at his level or feels threatened by his work, the laziest of all rhetorical defenses. His entire presence seems to be rooted in his deep fantastical longing for fame and praise and recognition, thinly veiled in some sort of social-justicey charade, all of which ultimately does a deep disservice to any real efforts to fight injustice in the world.
