Monday Madness: A Day Out of Time
I opened this tab with no desire other than to bang out some sort of thought that would be amusing to someone who reads it. But now, although my mind is not blank, I can’t think of anything to say. Nothing in my mind is worthwhile to share with other people. My humor is deadened by the mountain of obligatory/shouldatory(?) stuff that I currently have to do. I feel as if I’m just swimming in mediocrity right now, and who wants to read about that?
Well, some people, I guess. There’s a lot of literature centering around mediocre people. Probably.
I’m sure there are many things I could say. However, if blogging has taught me anything, it’s that I have no idea what people want to read about. (Or I’d have a lot more views.) For instance: do I just uncensored-ly pour my heart and soul out onto the page, without worrying about the trolls that might comment on them (answer: no), or do I write thoughtfully composed pieces that prove I’m good at writing? So far I’ve done neither, instead falling somewhere in between. I am to be “real” without exposing details of my private life to the entire internet. Any time I’ve tried to write more formal articles on any blog, it comes out rather informal, because to me that’s what the blog format is for. Is that why I’m failing to become popular?
Oh, wait, no, that’s just me. I’ve always been unpopular, and chances are I always will be. Someone once told me “Everyone likes you,” and I have no idea how he got that impression. …Of course, he didn’t know me in grade school, but I still don’t think the comment makes sense.
This is one of those weeks when I really needed another day on the weekend. I think there should be an extra day between Saturday and Sunday, but it would be a day that does not exist on the calendar. It lives in a sort of adjacent dimension, and you can sleep and eat and get things done without passing any real time. I would LOVE to have that day.