It’s not secret that lately the blog had not been my friend. The words have not wanted to come. Part of me thinks it’s because I’m not jobless and doing a million and one things from home, so I feel like I have nothing to talk about. I haven’t been out during the day to see what’s going on in the life of random strangers, who are probably struggling with debt, fantasizing about shoes, or driving with their knee. Maybe they’re talking with friends, twerking or whatever the hell they call it now. Shaking your ass, has forever, and will forever be known as booty dancing. Sorry kids, Miley Cyrus did not make it up. She just seems to have degraded it. I wonder a lot about what other people do during the day, and seem to think that in my stories I can come up with a million and one things for my characters to be doing.
Then I’ll be sitting on the couch next to my husband.
Hubby: “What do you want to do today babe?”
Me: “I don’t know. What do you want to do?”
Hubby: “I don’t know.”
We go back to watching TV, talking about mundane things in life, this bill needs to be paid, that person called, I have an assignment due.
Twenty minutes later.
Hubby: “So did you come up with anything?”
Me: “Nope. You?”
Okay then. And this is our conversation.
We can talk for hours, watch TV, play Magic The Gathering, chase each other around the house, and just make each other laugh for no apparent reason. We’re good at that. However, when it comes to going out – we’re pretty damn boring.
Then I think about it a little more. It’s not that we can’t come up with anything to do. For crap on a crackers sake we live in the city. There’s museums, movies, Seaworld, Lion Country Safari, the zoo, the Rapids, the beach, plenty of overpriced restaurants with subpar food, comic shops (Tate’s it’s all about Tate’s), parks, canoeing. So why when we sit there does nothing come to mind?
Oh right. We don’t actually consider any of this an option cause we’re B to the R to O to the K to the E.
Yes, that’s right. We’re poor. It doesn’t help that I no longer have a job, but I’m sorry my ambition in life goes higher than being a secretary. What can I say? I’ve got dreams like that.
The hubby has recently graduated as a Nuclear Med Tech. Has all his licenses and certifications. However, it’s a small job niche, and everyone wants several years experience. Which isn’t going to happen for a new grad. I’ve been telling him to apply to them anyways.
So as you can see, I’ve broken my blogging muse. However this post literally is about nothing. It’s ramblings about a million different thoughts and drifting whisps of muses going through my head. Nothing complete or solid, but hey, it’s writing. Writing nothing is better than not writing at all in my opinion.