Rantambling

The title caught your attention; the spelling looks a tad off!!! That is not even a word. I noticed it too, it’s not a spelling mistake. You have been creating content for years now, I’m sure you already have worked it out. But that’s not why I’m here, not for the one little misspelled word.

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Empty - that was all I felt; a pitcher that poured out and is now unfilled. I rarely feel blank; I don’t know the reason. Sometimes it just happens out of the blue, I keep trying to find some ideas that I can spin but the world seems bleak. If it was black and white, I would enjoy that picture, but that wasn’t the case. I have started rambling.

Loss of inspiration, lack of enthusiasm, depression; could be all or maybe some other reason behind it. Ah, you’re thinking, how am I writing this now; I got a push. No, I rephrase, I got enough fuel aka incentive to burn. Feeling empty is something I don’t enjoy at all; I know none of you feel happy about it either. I especially loathe that period, I dislike myself more than the situation that presented itself. Logic is on holiday at that point and it feels as if strolling in a deserted foggy alleyway where I can’t even see if it’s day or night, doesn’t matter yet if it’s a daytime or night thing.

Your mind gets covered by the invisibility cloak. It was super handy for Harry Potter but can’t say the same for your mind or heart. Not to mention the unspoken bond between the two, and how they are influenced by each other. My sarcasm too takes a break and I miss my awesome self, don’t worry she’s around somewhere, ranting some good stuff.

I have figured out what’s causing this extended weekend, I’ll deal with it. Meanwhile, what’s also happening is, some days I have the "inspiration" to create 3 posts, not one or two. And so I have been drafting and including what I want and leave it when my mind goes poof, then come back and add some more. Funnily enough, someone has advised me to write even if it’s anything but garbage. If your mind is vacant, then pour out your heart. Is that what is going on? Possibly. I assume this is closer to the term shitposting, some do it rather well.

I’ll not bore you more with this never-ending void of sense to write. Shitpostings are usually fun, but this was somewhat blah. I didn’t criticize my post; I was feeling blah. Not so fast, I realized I haven’t told you my sarcasm made a comeback; and now will bat on full swing. Ta-da