One of Those Days

For the life of me, I cannot find a topic that I care enough to write about this morning. Like a lot of bloggers, I keep a trove of topics, quotes, ideas, etc. specifically for times like this, but most of them don’t hold much allure right now. And, with all that’s going on in the world these days, you wouldn’t think that would be the case.

What do I mean by that? Let’s look at a couple of my  back-up ideas. First up is last night’s debate between Bill Nye and Ken Ham. I really thought I’d be into this, if only to see Ham get his ass handed to him by what amounts to a middle-school science teacher. When push came to shove, however, I wasn’t. I didn’t watch the main event when it streamed live and I doubt I’ll bother with the recorded version. That may change later, but, right now? The whole thing is a yawn.

Another possible topic is the hoopla over Coke’s Superbowl ad. I think both sides sucked on this one, whether you’re talking about the douchy xenophobic reaction to America the Beautiful being sung in different languages or the sanctimonious progressive response (“If this ad offended you, please tell me now so I can unfriend you”) to that reaction. Personally, I loved the ad, it was a wonderful illustration of what made America the country it is today: a huge melting pot of people cultures coming together to form a whole greater than the sum of its parts. So, it’s safe to say I wasn’t offended by it. But, neither was I offended by the ignorance some displayed in reply. I’m not going to unfriend any of those people, as much I may want to. If I am your friend, I remain one even when you’re an asshole. I do wish you’d make things a little easier, though. On a side note, I really wish people would stop telling me what drinking soda will do to my insides; I don’t give a shit. I’m an adult and if I want to drink a little malted battery acid on occasion, that’s my business. Besides, with all the crap that’s wrong with me, a soft drink now and then is the least of my worries.

There are others, but I’m afraid if I keep going, two things will happen: 1) this will all seem too cynical and depressing and you won’t bother coming here anymore and 2) I may feel differently tomorrow and decide these topics are worth writing about. No sense in shooting myself in the foot.

There are also ideas that interest me, but require more thought. Like this quote from Thomas Merton:

“The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.”

There’s a lot to unpack in that statement and, very often, I do that with my writing. Today, however, I wasn’t up to the task. It’s just one of those days.