Sometimes I think I am going to go crazy from sheer boredom. Strange that this malady would descend upon me now, when I have the entire knowledge of the world's experience right at my fingertips, and not twenty or thirty years ago. I sit here in front of my keyboard utterly frozen in place. Nothing interests me, and I seem unable to think of any topic or pursuit that could drive me out of this mud bog. Just google something
. But there is nothing. Just look up someone
. But there is no one. I just went to my phone to extend an invitation for a Memorial Day cookout to someone, anyone... but I couldn't think of anyone to send it to. I am doing everything that I have done every day for decades. I don't know when or where along the line something changed. All I know is that it did. The strange thing is, I'm not sure I want to go back. Not because I feel comfortable in this strange new world. Just the opposite. Or maybe not opposite. Truth is, I don't feel much of anything
. But I don't want to go back because this new vantage point lets me see more clearly what it all was before. And it's just not a place I want to go back to. For what? There's nothing there, I think.