It’s Tuesday…I have been sharing my great wisdom and sense of humor on Tuesdays. Sometimes I rant on all the subjects that bother me so…. Sometimes people even read them. It’s Tuesday and I got nothing… nil, nada, zip, zero, zilch, nowt or is it spelled naught. Hey, that’s something.
For a week I have been awaiting something to trigger a thought, something that I might find interesting to write about. Something uplifting on World Human Rights Day? Nothing! I have waited patiently for divine motivation. Nothing has sparked my interest. I…GOT…NOTHING!
Clear your mind, something will manifest…I… GOT…NOTHING.
My mind is literally filled with thousands of subjects, nothing very interesting. Nothing whispering, “Now this is something you need to blog about.” No cute stories about forgotten youth, flamingoes, puppy dogs, or coming of age. No rants on the joke that is the state of national affairs. N-O-T-H-I-N-G! At least nothing I’ve not spoken to.
Be honest. There is something. Anger. I’ve turned into an angry old man. Angry because I’ve got nothing. Angry because I’m afraid. Afraid I’m running out of stories. Angry because I can’t seem to get motivated beyond the occasional shower and change of underwear.
I have a vision of an old man sitting in his recliner surrounded by empty beer cans and molding pizza boxes. Flies buzz overhead. An ashtray is overflowing with cigar butts. His tomato sauce stained t-shirt is covered in ashes and burn holes from the embers falling from his cigar. He is staring at his TV set wondering where he hid the remote, deciding the infomercial about incontinence is better than getting up and searching for something to change the channel.
Is thinking about nothing thinking about something? Elevate your mind…but ‘maryhoochie’ is still illegal in this state.
I need to do something positive…but I want to do nothing. Is stepping out into the rain and removing overnight puppy turds positive? I guess avoiding stepping in dog sh!t is positive.
Oh, my poor daughter. “What is your father’s legacy?” “Writing about dog turds.” I have become an embarrassment to my wife, daughter, grandchildren, puppy dogs…and myself.
Okay, I’ll quit the self-pity. Writing about nothing has done nothing for my mood. I’m sure it has done nothing for yours either. Tune in next Tuesday…it’s got to be better.
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