Writer’s block.

Maybe it really has something to do with seceded soviet states. Or do they spell that with a ‘q’. Bloque. Yeah, that sounds more eurpoean.

It’s hip today to be european. Why? Is it just a product of “the grass is greener” thinking?

I once had a professor who told me the only cure for writer’s block was writing. That’s like saying the only cure for cancer is getting better. Stupid ideas. Cancer mutates cells in your body. It literally changes your body chemistry until your body doesn’t know how to deal with it all and shuts down.

Writer’s block is the same way. While potentially less lethal, it becomes an enigma that can permeate other parts of a person’s being.

The inability to express one’s self through digestible medium can lead to other, more horrifying things.

Everyone wants to express themselves. To be acknowledged is probably one of humanities primal goals. It is probably part of the reptilian brain. The neeed to stand out. Unless your reptilian brain is of the chameleon variety, then you just stand out for being the same.

If you aren’t different, you’re viewed as awkward. The most popular idea is to do the unpopular things. So how does that work out? If you simply go about life doing things because they are socially unacceptable, or just socially awkward, then that makes you a terrible person.

Doing anything ironically is the epitome of stupid. It’s at the very core of the reason we will never colonize another planet.

Some people are famous for doing things so differently that they are viewed as ‘extreme’. But you must be the ‘good’ kind of extreme. You see, if society says that dressing in jeans and a t-shirt is the norm, there are two possible extremes with which a person can go. A tie at all times would be one end of the spectrum, a dress made of frogs being the other.

Some people will view the tie as ‘refreshing’ others ‘oppressing’. Others will view the frog dress wearer as ‘daring’ while still others will view it as ‘the dumbest thing they’ve ever seen’.

Who knows about any of it. Ill just stick to jeans and a t-shirt.

Life is a constant struggle, with everyone everywhere telling you to “be yourself”. Well, who is this ‘self’ everyone refers to? And why must I be that person?

In my mind, the ‘self’ is a creation of the mind. That’s right, it’s getting deep in here, best put on your waders. I define myself as a lover of books, because I learned to love them at a young age. Nay, I was TAUGHT to read at a young age, and TAUGHT to like reading. So I love to read. If no one had taught me to read, I wouldn’t love it.

Part of my definition of ‘me’ is generated by someone else. So how can I ‘be myself’? I don’t have a ‘self’. I have a ‘conglomeration of things I have learned that define my persona’. So to people who say ‘be yourself’ I say, just shove it, you’re confusing me. In fact, what I would like to say is, ‘hey, be me!’ and say it in such a convincing motivational tone that whoever heard it would think, ‘Yeah, that’s what I need to do!’

Being a part of society should mean that you adhere to the social conventions. Self is somewhat defined by your integration into society.

And that’s why everything is so messed up right now. No one believes in societal norms anymore. To do so would be to put you on the fringe of the selfsame society.

The norm is ‘no norms’. And if that makes sense to you then give yourself a nice big pat on the back and then lock yourself in a room until you change your mind.

Unorthodox is the new Orthodox. Seriously. And that’s why I have a hard time writing. Writing is a way to express, inspire, motivate, and bore an audience. Problem is, there’s no audience. If someone is reading these words right now, then you are my audience. You are taught at a young age to ‘write for your audience’ Well, ok. What do you want to hear? I can’t write for any audience because there isn’t one.

Out is the new in. Black is the new white. Intolerance is in-tolerated. Prejudice is belittled. Ideals are outdated.

Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.