When a topic spurts out of my soul screaming, I have no choice but to chase it and wrestle it into words. The desire to flirt with strange philosophies and ideas have left me devoid of definition. I have my faith for foundation but even that, as a thinking human, I scrutinize.
So, what do I do when I sense as if I have reached the end of a period in my life and some absurd boredom sinks its teeth into my neck like a vampire after waking up from a 400 year sleep?
I am unsure. I really do not have a panacea to remedy this ailment of the spirit. However, one practice that has relieved me in the past is to record the boredom so I am not as bored anymore. Maybe I’ll come across something new but, as a now dead king once pointed out, there is nothing new under the sun.
Conservative vs. Liberal vs. Fascist vs. Communist vs. Republican vs. Democrat.
I am fluid in thought but its seems as if the thoughts never break the bottle they are held in, they just float around to a new part of the bottle. It isn’t exciting. There is nothing novel about pontificating on Hilary Clinton. Once again the dry breath of death ravages my inner being as I listen to yet another podcast about why Muslims are awful or how many Mexicans will it take to turn the USA into a communist hell hole.
Don’t let my negative tone on the above topics fool you. I have spoken about them at length. I have fallen into the trappings of right-wing vanities. Yet, here I am, writing about writing. How exciting….
You ever just want to hold your hands out and rip into reality to see what makes it tick? I have. The same movies, the same music, the same people arguing about everything from the president to Game of Thrones. The only respite from this agonizing boredom are my wife and sons. Sure, it sounds cliché. (as does saying it sounds cliché). Regardless, it is still the truth.
I’ll be candid, I talk or write at times to hear (see) myself speak (read) and the pride wells up in me. Not that I am an amazing writer or journalist. No. Because why not? The uninformed believe they are informed. The oblivious believe they are omniscient. (This is demonstrated by going to most Facebook pages.) I mock their ability to keep up with current events or absorb every name of every congressman. The absurd standards I hold for others I cannot meet at times! I hope they mock me back. At least there is some excitement in that.
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