The thing about writing is, we always go through a phase wherein one cannot conjure the words or the idea needed to piece together a string of sentences that constitutes a written product. Many writers try different techniques to get "in the zone" or break through the much fabled "writers block". Yours truly could go on and give a few examples, but really, anything under the sun can be considered conducive in getting through "the funk" so to speak.
Whether the imagination has been depleted or the coffee was severely bad, or the usual object of scorn/admiration we find in the media was the same old drivel/gold mine we've seen or derived from, this "block" happens.
Fortunately (or unfortunately), this blog is about absolutely nothing. So I can pound away on my derelict keyboard like a monkey on some lethal combo of sugar-coated bananas and grade A speed and post random words and sentences as a poor filler for my shortcomings in imagination.
But truth be told, there is something fulfilling about getting away with absolute bullshit. It's certainly not the thrill of fooling innocent web surfers into wasting their precious 5 minutes (of course if you're still reading this, you're probably as bored as I am). It is perhaps, that through the composition of this post, I was actually able to beat the "block" no matter how ultimately deficient of value this post is. Well, maybe not deficient, but completely devoid would be more appropriate. Empty this victory over self-limitations may be, at the very least, I have an update.
So basically, I just admitted that I have absolutely nothing to write about, and wrote about it....
I don't know whether to be happy or depressed at how inexcusably bizarre that is.