Uninspired

The mind needs time to process and sort out all of that grand ole input. One can only take so many showers to pursue this much coveted respite until a majority of the day is spent frantically drying the hair in the wind while running from one activity to the next.

The mind is bogged down. Too much information. Too much to compartmentalize and not enough time to do so. A restless and fitful sleep leaves the mind consumed with a mental hangover of muddled perspective the next morning, and no matter how many UV rays penetrate your much needed Vitamin D skin, you cannot bask. You simply cannot.

A question? Someone approaches you and asks you a simple question, and you are incapable of responding because all basic communication skills have been suppressed by this lack of creativity. Because this is what the matter boils down to anyways...

Too many preoccupations and not enough time for creativity. I blame my writers block on my copiously filled schedule. I blame my horrid communication skills on failing to convey one piece of information from the upper right side of my brain to the lower right. I blame my terse responses on a desired lengthy conversation face to face, yet the present time allows a mere 5-10 seconds. I blame it all on my own lack of ability to be filled by the Grace.

I just need an uninterrupted and not preoccupied moment to sit back, think, and employ some form of minimal creativity.

And by minimal creativity I don't mean clipping my toenails, studying in the library, or lobbying for an organization on campus to show films for free.

I just need to peel some potatoes for awhile.