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“Richard, I’m sorry for…” Listen, I am in college. I understand the occasional “spontaneous” rant about life, the occasional casual insult, and other occasional minor inconveniences that are caused by other people. To be entirely honest, I am one of the most patient people that I know. I don’t really know why I am, but it is the way that things are. It could be due to the fact that one of my parents was (is) a child psychologist, and having a good ear comes with the territory. All of that aside, there is a point where a little bit of complaining turns into venting existentialism that is borderline nihilistic. For whatever reason, certain individuals that I have come to be friends with have taken to this kind of venting quite often. This kind of venting seems to occur at times when these individuals are not in the best… state of mind. In the morning, I can usually expect a… sobering apology. This is generally in the form of an octopus that had been hand made out of yarn. In a political science class, one might hear of the concept of a proportional response. To be entirely honest, I don’t think an octopus has much of anything to do with an apology, but I have accumulated quite a collection of these unassuming balls of yarn. In general, I write about some lesson that I have learned, or I like to tell a story with some sort of punch line. I don’t know what the point of this was, other than the need that I felt to justify the line of octopi that has been steadily growing on my bookshelf.

-“I got hit with an octopus in Detroit one time. It was the most gross thing I’ve ever had happen. I got it right in the back of the neck; all of the juice was coming down. It was awful.”- Pat Burns…I don’t actually know who this is, but I thought the quote was entertaining enough to warrant writing it down.

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Response to “What to do When – Too Tired to Write” by Eric Smith

Normally I would not choose to respond to blogs on my own, but here is the thing…I’m really bored and I am too tired to write. I have been posting quite a lot lately, and by that, I mean at all in the past six months. You see I would very much like to get some rest in order to be less tired to write, but the point here is to procrastinate. I am indeed too tired to write or focus. One of my best works was my piece about brotherhood. I wrote that piece very late at night, and in fact, barely remember writing it at all. I do recall that as being yet another reason to procrastinate, so not much has changed. This has been my blog. Hopefully, it is just as good as my previous late-night work (originally intended to be a blog, but I checked the wrong box). Hopefully, I remember to check the correct box this time.

“If you don’t know where you are going, then it doesn’t matter what path you take” -Cheshire Cat, Alice in Wonderland, Charles Dodgson