Right, I don’t know what’s going on. I’ve been trying to write something substantial and intelligent all day but nothing I wrote was convincing enough, and I deleted everything in the post after only a few paragraphs. Is this writer’s block or have I worsened over the year? I am dissatisfied with my writing, therefore I am not happy with what is there for me to write about, which suggest how bored I am with myself, my surroundings and views on life. Hm, I don’t often use the word ‘bored’ since it suggests that you, the person experiencing boredom, are so idle and unimaginative that you can’t even find another way to enjoy life. Which is absurd because life is bloody brilliant if you make it so.
In fact, I don’t think I am bored. I’m just hormonal. There are still a few years before I am no longer eligible to use this teenager excuse for lack of consistency.
That’s funny; I’ve actually written a paragraph that communicates my thoughts and deviated from what I intended to write for this post.
In the absence of linguistic ability I turned to focus on a skill which I had ignored for the entire year:
Now I shall explain the theme of my two most recent works.
During the summer, my Nikon went into camera retirement. He wouldn’t focus properly which resulted in whole bunch of useless smudged NYO concert photos, nor could he switch on and off without the lens spasming violently as it closed in and opened out.
I decided it was time to have him put down and say farewell. Nikon, it’s been a wonderful two years seeing the world and capturing memories with you. The photos you produced were so beautiful; I especially liked how you smoothed out people’s skin in portrait mode and made us feel better about ourselves.