While typing the words that you are reading right now, I hope an idea will come from nowhere to make this blog post something worthwhile to read. The problem is, I’m always trying to think of something to write about that people will read and entertain them even just a little bit.
But I decided to write this article in that sanguine expectation if I just keep writing, inspiration will hit me and I’ll be able to write the best darn article ever… that won’t be shared or even commented on.
I have this misguided ego where I actually believe people come to my blog to read my blog posts. It’s the most bizarre thought. No one really cares what I write.
And yet I sit here waiting for something that’s not going to happen. That sounds familiar, doesn’t it? Life not offering a bloody thing but the words you’re reading. Since no one is reading this right now, I know I can write a bunch of crap. Oh, that’s the ultimate freedom! Whoopee! Forgive me if I sound a little sarcastic.
Let’s be serious there is no hope… now that’s something I have expert knowledge in – no hope. Perhaps I’ll just post pictures of poo… people like poo, right?
Maybe I’ll just write nothing…