It's not that I don't have anything to write about. Really. I just don't have anything that seems worth the effort.
I think I'd rather be funny. Funny people can always write worthwhile things. People like me, pathetic and whiny people - we have a much more difficult time of it, I think.
Firstly, we have to be in a mood that leads to the mental ramblings that can lead to interesting writing. Secondly, and this is the tougher part for me, we have to care enough about whatever the subject is to make the whole process seem worth the effort. Finally, we have to be willing and able to put it all out there for the world to see. Like those dreams we all had when we were kids - we have to be willing to go to school without our pants on.
I'm having a hard time meeting any of these objectives lately. It'd be a lot easier if I was funny.
Then I could write about, say, these dudes that came into Rich O's yesterday. I could call them The Ballcap Bunch.
Five guys, all in what looked to be their mid-20s, all wearing baseball caps. There just has to be a funny story there somewhere. And then, a sixth guy joined them, but he had no cap!
What's up with that?!?
Had he lost his cap? Had it been stolen? Perhaps he was new to the Ballcap Bunch and hadn't completed his initiation yet.
These are the things that capture my interest when I'm not busily feeling sorry for myself.