RUST.

Oh wow look how the time is flying. The Daily blog has not been so daily lately. Let me catch you up on my life experiences:

I saw endgame twice.

I have some friends, not a huge amount, but some. We hang out occasionally. You could say i’m frightfully popular.

I had a few ideas.

I forgot more than a few ideas I had.

So it goes.

I have a little notepad in my phone where I jot ideas down. Some of them are one word; for example: BLURRY.

That’s where my blog post BLURRY came from. I liked writing that; it was back when I wasn’t a jaded and mindless writer. I had ideas. Now all my ideas die in the microwave I call a head.

Just kidding I still have ideas; I just forget to write them down. I was thinking about how I feel like a different person than I did a month ago. So much can change in a month. You could find God, you could have a meltdown, you could change careers, or win a million dollars playing the lottery.

It’s a crazy world.

Also nothing could happen in a month. You could work from 8-5, make sure to pause at a few intervals throughout the day for meals, and do it all again the next day.

Ah, the American way.

One thing over the past month that has changed is I got hopelessly addicted to sugar, or maybe I was always addicted to sugar and just now I’ve realized it. Nonetheless, I always make sure I have a sugary fruit snack ready for when the urge comes. The problem with being addicted to sugar is I’ll probably never eat another salad again.

I like salad. That’s sad.

While I haven’t become a jaded writer, over the past month I’ve become a distracted one.  I’ve been having such fun over the past few weeks, but you know what happens after you have fun:

you feel guilty.

I’ve been feeling guilty for ignoring the blog. Not out of a sense of obligation, but out of a sincere desire to write that I’ve been ignoring. When you ignore the desires of your soul you tend to feel guilty. This isn’t good, it isn’t bad, it’s just life.

So let the guilt train roll.

I had an idea recently that I thought was stupid. So I scrapped it, erased it from the notepad, and got back on the guilt train. I then forgot what the idea was, but the memory of the forgotten idea remained. When you forget an idea, no matter how stupid or small, it’s a tragedy.

Ideas may seem bad at first, but generally you’re not going to know whether or not an idea is bad until you attempt to bring life to your idea.

People don’t do that though. People have ideas and think to themselves, “ah, that idea wouldn’t work” and they wipe their little brains of the wonderful idea they had because they were too lazy to make the idea work.

I think that most people have good ideas every day. Great ideas. The best ideas. These ideas get written off and discarded like garbage 90% of the time. A person will look at their beautiful idea and think, “this has been done better by someone better” and their idea will rust.

Soon that person will just turn to rust, because all of their ideas rusted in their heads until nothing but rust was accomplished in their life.

Rust and money and want and unoriginality.

My goal with this blog was to become a better writer by writing about whatever I wanted to write about. Because good ideas are only good when someone applies them and makes something out of them.

I was feeling rusty, but when I write again, and I mean really write. When I write for me, not because I have any agenda, or because I want to get the most views, that’s when the rust starts going away.

Writing is my inspiration. It gets me all oiled up.

Okay that sounds weird.

I no longer feel all oiled up.

 

Now I just feel gross.

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