I'm generally not one to blog about personal feelings on a certain day. But lately I've felt I've been falling flat in terms of wit and humor, and it's a little intimidating, and also thought I should let the few of you know. Dunno what exactly it is, or what to do as far remedying it goes. It could be that walking around your house shirtless like a douchebag just automatically murders creative and humorous thought.
But I dunno. It's not so much writer's block. I like to think of it as a Sudden Intellectual Death Syndrome.
This hasn't been the first time I've been intellectually cockblocked (Or inappropriately compared my issues to a horrible child-related affliction). This is something that's happened about two or three times. The best word to describe it is decay. Where I'll feel like concepts and thoughts have a conclusion, but the road to them have become broken and withered, and don't hold up as strongly as they used to, and they certainly don't construct themselves as quickly as usual.
If I'm not mistaken, the remedy last time this happened was re-reading "1984". Maybe I should do that again, instead of singing Coldplay's "The Scientist" and feeling like an amazing crooner, like we all do when we sing Coldplay songs by ourselves.