One of the more challenging things about writing every day is trying to pick a unique topic.
Some days this is relatively easy, I sit down in front of the computer with a topic all worked out in my head and crack on.
Other days, I fish through the pictures on my phone and search a topic. This can take some time, so isn’t my preferred method.
On rare occasions, I have no topic. This is one such occasion.
Contrary to popular belief, sometimes I don’t have anything to say.
It’s true, there are times when I don’t have an opinion or view on something and really couldn’t care less. It has nothing to do with me, so I don’t have anything to say on the matter.
This can really mess with people, especially in our current social environment, where if you don’t have an opinion then you become everyone’s enemy.
Or, you get labelled as someone who doesn’t care for another person’s suffering.
None of these things bother me too much, why?
Because it isn’t my place to worry about what others think of me, that’s for them to decide. All I need to do is be the best possible person I can.
As an output of this, I do sometimes run out of things to say. I don’t want to become one of those bloggers that just puts words on a page to incite controversy. You know the Stuff:
“Pineapple should always be on Pizza”
“Motorbikes are less fuel efficient than most modern cars”
“The Night Sky isn’t actually black”
“Recorders are hatful instruments invented by Satan to punish parents”
How’s that for controversial!
So, instead, when I have nothing to write about, I just start typing words on a virtual page and see what comes of it.
Sometimes I’ll sit and muse over many curious things, like:
Why is so hard for people to understand the road rules at a roundabout?
Do people know when they are being loud, obnoxious dicks?
When well we see a bearded Prime Minister?
Why does Roast Meat taste so good?
Are babies born with impeccable timing?
I swear that the more I read stoic books the more I question the world around me, this isn’t a bad thing, although from time to time it is.
There are now things that I would disregard in the past that I now give more thine than I probably should.
I don’t stare on nothing, but I do consider such thing for longer than I used to. This results in me having less free time each day.
I wonder how the ancient stoics managed to get anything done with all the thinking they did. No wonder the wore robes, they probably didn’t have enough time to wash their clothes.
As you can see, when set loose, my thoughts are as sporadic as Eminem’s, and that’s saying something!
Then there are other times when I just sit here drawing a blank……..
‘til next time….. Cheers!