I’ve started writing four entries tonight, and on each one I’ve stopped about a paragraph in. There has to be some reason why this is so hard, but I can’t figure it out. It used to be that I could write 5 of these in a day and come back the next day and write 5 more. Now I struggle to come up with one.
I think that there are probably several reasons for this. Most importantly, my life is much less interesting now than it used to be. In college you are exposed to many different things every day. Not so anymore. Any one weekday of mine could pretty easily be interchanged with any other weekday of mine. Same for the weekends.
Then there is the living alone bit. I’m not surrounded by people very often, and most entertaining things happen when other people are around. When I spend hours sitting on the couch surfing the internet and looking for more music, I don’t end up with much to talk about.
I guess lastly is the fact that lately I’ve been very confused about how I feel about things. What things? All things. Job things. Girl things. (Is there anything besides job things and girl things?) And I definitely do not want to get on here and start blabbing about how I can’t figure out women and don’t know what to do job wise.
All in all, right now might life doesn’t make very compelling reading. I am trying to fix that, though. My boss is trying to help, even. He thinks I should take up professional video game playing, or professional ping pong, or professional paintballing. He is no help.
My own ideas are less extravagent (and hoosier). I’m trying to get back into reading more, and the thought of working out crosses my mind every once in a while. I mean to learn how to play my mandolin better, but Phil stole it away from me. I’ve even been thinking about going back to school, but surely someone will talk some sense into me about that one if I ever even get CLOSE to making that decision.
So hopefully one of these ideas will lead to something interesting to write about. Or maybe just getting back in the habit of writing will do the trick. But don’t be shocked if one day you wake up and read about how I defeated the defending ping pong champion by hitting him in the head with a paint ball.