I’ve been having a massive case of writer’s block lately which has catapulted me into this unwanted sense of laziness to pen down not even a single thought running through my head. After half an hour of the mental anguish of making decisions no matter how trivial they may be, writing this post has been a result of some tremendously redundant over-thinking.
First things first, this is not the first time. As observed from the frequency of my posts, which have a tendency to appear as spasmodic bursts scattered unevenly on the blog time line I have no such pang of regret on being irregular.
Deux. I have been feeling pretty disconnected with a few people including the mental personification of this blog lately for unknown reasons. Well the more I delay my ‘confession time’ acts the less is the probability of it showing up in any conversation (even the ones I have with myself). So even sharing a thought has been rendered a sinful deed somehow with the whole screwed up moral and conscience issues in my head. I’m already the Ebenezer Scrooge for this winter it seems. “Good artist copy, great artists steal” said once Pablo Picasso.
Tres. I have been through a lot lately, and with each passing chronicle, which I always plan to pen down on the blog… it ultimately results in failure to launch. And sadly I think I forgot more than half of what I was to write.
Then there were times when I got piss drunk and FUBAR, which as I look back now were some pretty hilarious scenarios. Went through some really shitty times right after that, which I guess might just be a notch above the thin red line that says ‘barely mentionable things’*.
The travel, which somehow seemed a lot more than it should have. The boredom and the stagnancy of a commute!
Well that’s all the verbosity I can afford for now!
Tchuss!
*Coming Soon.
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