Why is it that inspiration strikes when I'm driving or bathing my son or in the middle of pretty much anything that is not near a computer? I come up with the most amazing thoughts and compose a phenomenal first paragraph then forget it as soon as my fingers hit the keyboard. Blank. Complete writer's block. Zip, zilch, nada. I got nothing!
Even now, I've wrote that first paragraph hoping that I would have something that blows your mind and make you want to come back to me despite me leaving you high and dry for... well, pretty much ever. I hate that it has been more than a month and a half since I wrote to you. This is supposed to be an expression of me, and I look empty and vacant.
I'm not empty and vacant, dammit. That's write. I wrote dammit and I even spelled it wrong. So there!
I've been watching a little bit of reality television while I'm writing, and I will say that these people make me feel very normal. Train wrecks. All of them. Absolutely tragic but you can't look away. The worst of them? The commercials for the Toddlers and Tiaras show on TLC. Those commercials make me sick. I could never watch the entire show because my skin crawls and my lip curls and I judge those parents... immediately. Parenting is hard, so I try not to judge others because I would hate for others to judge me.
But I can't help it. I really can't. Well, I didn't try, but I don't think I could help it if I tried. These people are turning their children into very bad imitations of Barbie dolls. Our children are supposed to be the best parts of us, and we are supposed to help shape them into the best versions of themselves. These people are basically making photo copies of photo copies and creating the worst kind of hot messes. Spoiled rotten littel brats that value looks and winning over morals and values... and the kids are horrible, too.
At least they make Buddy the Cake Boss look a little less jerk-ish. Hey, there's a silver lining on each cloud.
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