If you can't put your feelings into words... make one up.

Of all the words that can be randomly generated, I am surprised that a word has not yet been conceived for the yearning to write ideas but the inability the think them. This has been happening to me increasingly more often as of late and it is exceedingly frustrating. Some might call this phenomenon writer's block, but it's more than that. It's this overwhelming... stuckness. Nothing I write sounds... right. Generally, my syntax is experiencing some kind of unpleasant spasm that leaves me spewing the most surface level vocabulary and awkwardly basic sentence structures.

I must have randomly generated about 30 word today before I gave up, frustrated, and decided to create my own word: syntlapse. It is a lapse of effective and artful syntax. Appropriately, when pronounced, the tongue gets a little tripped up in the "ntl" section, causing the word to come out in a sketchy, unsure auditory area somewhere between two and three syllables. In essence, it is clumsy. It makes you feel like an idiot to say. It embodies that feeling behind its definition.

I have created a beautiful creature here- this syntlapse of mine. For years to come- okay, my writing is increasing exponentially in its... ugh. I'll just... eh. I- stop. I'll just stop.

Space, the enter key, and other interjections of nothingness.

It never ceases to amaze me how much power is in space.

This is not a philosophical aphorism (though I should receive commendations, and perhaps several brownie points for using the word "aphorism" in context), but rather a shockingly suface-level observation. When I say "space", I do not refer to that big, vast universe in which we float. Not the space that is "big. Really big. You just wouldn't believe how vastly, hugely, mindbogglingly big it is", as Douglas Adams would say. No, I refer to, quite simply-       . Space.

The space bar, the enter key, the tab button (I assume, in rare, awkward situations) are all marvelous tools when it comes to blogging. Tapping just one of these can convey an entire facial expression. They can begin a whole new idea, they can add blunt humor to any otherwise boring and foreboding block of text. Best of all, they help lazy people see all the interesting parts of the blog, and skip the dull commentary.

Because people who just read the short sentences are lazy.

You, the reader, receive commendations and brownie points in abundance if you read only that sentence while skimming over this entry. I would stop writing now, but I need enough dull-looking text here to balance out the entry. If I stop now, the single sentence won't stand out. Perhaps there's an art to directing the mind's eye around a piece of work. Perhaps it is like a painting. I'll consider this an experiment. Test one.

"There's a reason for the world- You and I"

Sometime every grain of your existence seems to shift at once, seems to sink down, seems to join forces with all the other specs of negativity in your life and overpower the good, so that all at once, in one thunderous jolt, your very foundation experiences a stomach-turning second of free fall. That second is horror. That second might be a day, a week, a year. But ultimately, that second is just that. In the universe, it's a second. The hardest part is not questioning that second. As you're free-falling, as you're sinking, if all you do is ask yourself questions- why am I doing this? why is this happening to me? does it get any better?- then how can you ever know when to stick out your arms and catch yourself? If you're so preoccupied with introspection, how can you ever be prepared to land? One day, things will get better. One day, you'll overcome that fear. You'll reach that goal. One day they'll get along, and along the way, you'll learn to get along without them. But you have to be awake enough to realize when you've hit the ground. You have to stay conscious, even when all you want to do is shut your eyes and sleep, so that when the fall ends, you'll be ready to land.

Blogs

In a quest to learn more about blogging, the art of recording pointless musing in a public forum, I stumbled upon a stunning realization. In fact, blogging is not synonymous with my definition in hardly any account. Blogging, to my complete surprise, is more commonly utilized for the sharing of political, technological, or otherwise innovative ideas.

Go figure.

My blogs can  be described as none of these. In fact, if there were a verb to most accurately describe my writing, it would be "extrovative". In other words, the exact paradox of innovation. Oh, how naive I was.

But why is it, as I search for famous and popular bloggers, that my google results are consistently and relentlessly polluted with websites guiding me to a list of marketing strategies, or a rambling on the newest java update, or an accumulation of commonsensical ways to reduce stress; ridiculously over-explained by closeted egoists and peppered with humbling comments arrogantly suggesting a completely fabricated inferiority complex? I see no benefit of these forums to society. Trust me, the American people do not have an intense longing and desire to hear more political rants, more argumentation, more exploitation, more invection. They have no moral or emotional need to comprehend the exact guidelines of every web program. They are not improved by reading "10 ways to simplify your life" or "5 most effective ways to show your husband you care"; wordy and modern recitations of age-old proverbs that, when carried out, seem eerily similar to most of the acts commonly included in the embodiment of elementary respect.

I realize that this post has become somewhat hypocritical, but it is not to become habit. It is a promise and a disclaimer. I will never again write a post against a subject, on politics, concerning technology, or offering advice, unless from a purely philosophical standpoint...

Or if they happen to come up on my random word generator.

In my blog, admittedly, I waste time. But I don't waste words.