I have had people ask me how I come up with ideas on what to write about.
And to be quite honest, I really have no idea. I kind of just wait for something to inspire me, and when it does, I get into this weird zone where all I can think about is myself, my typing fingers, and whatever I happen to be writing about. The best way I can describe it is that it's like a magic little fairy taps me on my shoulder and takes over my conscious for whatever duration of time I happen to be writing.
Up until this very point, I've completely relied on this fictional fairy to make sure I write a solid article at least once a week, but perhaps, I've been a little too reliant on this fairy of mine. Usually, I am able to formulate words in a certain manner about a certain topic that certainly makes sense (for the most part) - but this time around, it just isn't happening. My fairy is glitching... and I just don't know what to write about.
I just don’t know what to write about.
I could write about my favorite things to do in Paris, but I’ve come to the realization that I should no longer speak about Paris, because my friends and followers are probably tired of it by now. Alternatively, I could write an article about moving on, but I already have, and we all know how sequels usually end up turning out. Perhaps I could talk about studying film, but when it is revealed that my favorite movie is 22 Jump Street, I might get some confused reactions from my fellow film friends.
I could challenge my inner Descartes and whip out last semester’s philosophy-120 knowledge to speak about actions and reactions, but considering it is philosophy, I might just end up confusing myself AND my audience. Do I even have an audience?
Anyways, I just don’t know what to write about.
I could create a guide on how to properly attend Coachella. It would only have one sentence, which goes as follows: bring a face mask. Otherwise, you will end up with the flu, sitting on your bed wearing pajamas, not knowing what to write about. Maybe I could do an analysis of my favorite song, Hotel California, or, I could just paste a link to the Netflix documentary on The Eagles.
I could write a listicle for clicks and gigs, but then I would be going against my personal rule of trying to completely avoid writing listicles (unless when absolutely necessary). I could write about my weird habits, like constantly tapping my fingers to the beat of any sound I hear, or how I listen to “Good Morning” by Kanye West almost every morning that I remember to.
I could write about the time Ellen Degeneres said my name out loud, but with that comes admitting to the world that I confessed a silly little crush on live television. Maybe I could write an article about procrastination, despite the fact that I am currently procrastinating a multitude of things - or maybe, just, maybe, I could finally start my hip-hop paper that is due tomorrow, and additionally, submit it as this week’s article.
All jokes aside, I just don’t know what to write about.
I could talk about the things that make me happy, like food, or the one thing that annoys me most - the sound of people chewing, but are my interests things that would interest others? I could touch upon my thoughts on the second amendment and how it’s complete bullshit that one is allowed to own an assault rifle, but I’ll save that for later.
I could finally write the article I’ve been wanting to about why social media kind of sucks, but would sharing the article on social media consider me to be a hypocrite?
I could conduct a case study on the little fairy that usually helps me write these blogs, but it appears that at this moment, we are going through a tough time. Maybe I could write about myself; how I am very particular when it comes to two things - whipped cream and socks, how I am in love with baby goats, and how I have lived a semi-interesting life, but that could easily come off as narcissistic. On the other hand, I could write about fun words to pronounce like “narcissistic” and “anemone”, but what use would that be?
I really, really just don’t know what to write about.
I could talk about the college application process and how it really does not make any sense whatsoever, but I wouldn’t want to further complicate things for all the applicants going through the process right now. I could write about how everything happens for a reason, but that’s something you simply can’t read and weep.
It’s something that people must figure out and experience on their own. I could create an anthology of my favorite quotations, but that wouldn’t really be writing - it’d be cutting and pasting and organizing. I could touch upon rejection and how it sucks, or acceptance and how it does not suck, or how rejection and acceptance are kind of paradoxical.
But I don’t entirely want to get into that right now. I could research the things I’ve always wondered, like who’s voice is it saying “wait” at the crosswalks, or if we really are living in a simulation, but those are the thoughts I would like to remain as mysteries for the time being. I could begin to explain my sarcastic, self-deprecating sense of humor, but that might just take away the humorous side of it.
I suppose I’ve come to terms with the fact that the little fairy is not here to help.
Maybe next time, though.
