Fresh Ideas

Fresh ideas are as hard to come by as a winning lottery ticket. Coming up with something new to write about every week (sometimes daily) can be pretty tricky. It doesn’t help that life is the same thing everyday (for me at least) so I have no interesting life experiences to base my writing on. It also doesn’t help that so many things you want to say and do have already been said and done. A lot of the world has already done what you want to do, and it’s extremely frustrating.

I wish there was something more to life, something that could make it a little more interesting. Every day for me grows a little less enjoyable, and looks a little more pessimistic. It’s hovering in the forties (fahrenheit) where I live, which by my standards is really cold. I wear a jacket even indoors. Also, my friends, one particularly, is changing into someone I don’t like as much, and I want my old friend back. Also not making life any better.

But this stuff has all happened before, probably to everybody. And that’s why it’s so hard to be new, because there is no such thing as new.

Even this post isn’t a new idea, even I have written something similar to it before.

Fresh ideas are difficult.

But I suppose they don’t exist anyway, do they?


That Awkward Moment When You Realize You’re the Evil Twin

A lot of people claim to have an evil twin, and a lot also claim that everyone does. This cannot be true, because half of the people on Earth actually have to be the evil twin. Unless there is some secret, underground colony of evil twins–or unless evil twins are born into some terrible parallel universe–50% of Earth’s population is compiled of evil twins.

Now, with this put into consideration, you are now at a 50% risk of being an evil twin.

Stop freaking out, and take a deep breath. There is a way to find out if you are the evil twin or the good twin, and it’s as simple as the quiz below.

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People Are So Stupid!


I can’t believe what companies have to put on their packaging and commercials.

“Serving suggestion”–because cereal doesn’t come with a spoon and bowl.

“Do not attempt”–because I can’t do everything people do on commercials. Like fly halfway across the earth to sniff someone’s deodorant, for example.

“Enlarged to show texture”–because I thought that Cheerios were actually the size of my fist.

“Professional driver on a closed course”–because as soon as I get my luxury sports car I’m going to go drive it in the sand.

“Contents may be hot”–because I expected my hot chocolate to be cold. Never in a million years would I expect hot chocolate to be hot!

I’m not saying that the companies who put these things on their packaging are the bad guys, because they’re almost required to. I’m saying the folks who sued the companies for these stupid little things have no common sense, and maybe they should learn some. There is a gaping hole where there should instincts and things everyone knows in their brain, and it makes me wonder how many of these common-sense-less people there are in the world.

What Are We?

I was near Lake Michigan recently and I looked out at the blue-green surface.

It was so big. It never seemed to end. I couldn’t see what was on the other side, or even what was a few miles out. It was blank, smooth, yet I could not see past it. I felt so tiny, next to that lake, so pointless and insignificant.

And then I thought: this lake is big, but the earth is huge. Compared to the mass of the planet, I’m less than nothing. Every person on this planet is so tiny and trivial that they can’t be seen from space. And then, establishments, societies, borders– none of that can be seen from the moon. And they don’t matter either.

And then, if you go farther from the planet, you can’t see it, either. Go farther, and you can’t see our solar system. And at the farthest reaches of space, you can’t see our galaxy, or nay of the galaxies around it.

After realizing this, how can anyone think we are the most important place in the universe?

We are a tiny nothing.

What Am I Passionate About?

There are many things in this world that I really, really like. But there is a great separation between liking and passion.

Passion, is, by definition, a strong and barely controllable emotion. So there are good passions, and bad passions. An emotion is not necessarily a good thing.

I don’t think there is anything in my life that I hate with a burning passion, except for boredom. Although, I have a very complicated relationship with boredom…but that’s a story for another time.

The things that I like include the following:


•Talking with my friends

•Fantasy stories (i.e. The Inheritance Cycle, Dragonriders of Pern, etc. etc.)



But are any of these things true passions? This is the question I’m asking myself today.

Music is a big part of my life. If you take music away, it will seem to me that I have little left. When I listen to, perform, or write music, I am typically swept with emotion. And sometimes I am, in fact, unable to control it. So I think music is a passion.

When I talk to my friends, I rarely get emotional. And when I do, it is completely under my control. So that is not a passion, even if it is one of my favorite things to do in the entire world.

Fantasy stories, too, are a huge part of my life, and I think I am comparatively passionate about them. But they are one thing I could live without (although I really hope I would never have to) and are therefore not a passion.

Writing is one of the best things in the universe. If I couldn’t write, I would die. So writing is unquestionably a passion of mine.

Drawing is the last thing on my list. I love to draw and I am emotionally attached to all the drawings I do, if they’re good. I believe that drawing is a passion.

There. I have discovered a little bit about myself today. It’s a good feeling.

Ciao for now,