So I’ve started writing about two or three posts thus far this morning. One on chronic pain, one on addiction, one on…well, I’m not even sure where I was going with that one.
Why can I have great ideas for a post but nothing to write? Chronic pain is a great subject, but once I got to writing it just sounded like a bunch of self-deprecating “woe-is-me” bullshit. Same for the post on addiction; I’m not really addicted to that morning caffeine, am I? And if I am, who cares? No one does. So why was I going to write about it?
Sometimes I think I’m writing just for the sake of writing. Scratch that–most of the time I know I’m writing just for the sake of writing. I want attention, so I make up some bullshit that may or may not get read. What can get me the most attention? So lame.
I should just admit to myself that some days I have nothing to say, and let those days pass without a blog post. I mean, I do that anyway sometimes. Not often enough, though.
Yeah, my back hurts. Yeah, caffeine is more of an addiction than a habit for me. So what? Should I really try to stretch those two facts into a couple full blog posts?
Nah. I need to get over myself.
And maybe get some Tylenol. And an energy drink.