I wonder if I could be any less creative than I am?
Here I sit at my desk, attempting to write a hub on how uncreative I am lately, and what happens? As I'm setting up the hub I add the newsfeed to the bottom of the page. Now since I don't have any words on here yet it only has my title to go by, so it picks up some news that may not end up being what the final news is by the time the hub is published. But at the time I'm writing this the news is about a woman who is a famous Psychologist, and who also suffered herself from Bi-Polar Disorder. Which, if you've read any of my other hubs, you know my son may or may not have..No, I'm not an idiot who doesn't know what her kid has, the experts are the idiots they don't know if he has it or not...or else they're just too afraid to say if he has it, or else they just like to mess with us so they know he has it but they won't tell us he has it and then they chuckle their little heads off when we leave the office. I'm not sure which, I just know they won't say for sure if he has it or not.
Oops, there I did it again...wandering aimlessly along the path of gibberish to avoid what it is I'm supposed to be doing. You see, what I started to tell you is this...here I sit, supposed to be writing a hubpage about how Un-creative I am lately, and I got myself sidetracked first by reading about this psychologist woman, who KNOWS she has bi-polar, but probably only because she diagnosed herself, because you know those darn doctors won't tell you anything because they think it's so funny to keep you guessing....(oops again), and, oh heck where was I????
Ok, Ok, let me see if I can manage something that remotely resembles intelligent conversation with you people. Me, uncreative...that's where we were at. You folks=creative, me=no creativity whatsoever, not one tiny little jot, not a tittle, what do you think a tittle is? Do you think it's something naughty? Do you ever wonder where some of the words we use come from? My husband likes to tell stories about where words and phrases come from. He can babble on for long periods of time about words and their latin roots, and how root vegetables grow underground, and did you know the latin word for parsnip, which is also a root vegetable, is Pastinaca sativa? I bet you didn't know that, cuz I didn't until I looked it up to share it with you guys, but when I asked my husband he knew right away that it was the latin form..he says words either have a latin root, or a greek root. He's smart that way. He knows lots of stuff about lots of stuff. Not me, I know a lot of stuff about some stuff, but I only know a little stuff about some stuff, and some stuff I know nothing about! But what I do know is I just did it again...wandered off down that dangerous path of obscurity, rambling, nothingness to avoid the truth.
The truth is this. I have no creativity. None. Nada. Zip. Zilch. ZERO! I have sat here for weeks trying to think of something to give you guys to read. Something interesting, something witty, something charming. Something to literally, or figuratively, I forget sometimes which one of those words to use where..I'll ask my husband, he'll know. Anyways, something to knock your socks off. To make you laugh, make you cry, make you keep checking back to see if I've come up with anything new to add to it. Heck, something you'd be so thrilled with you'd email it to your friends and neighbors...perhaps even put in your scrapbooks. And I got nothing. I learned some new facts about parsnips, I found some interesting books about a lady with bi-polar that wrote some books that sound really interesting and I might have to try to sneak money out of the account to buy without my husband noticing, I found some cute clip-art pictures about bored people who are supposed to be working, but like me are wandering aimlessly doing nothing...or doing something, but not the something they are supposed to be doing, or want to be doing, or need to be doing, I read some emails, dinked around on Facebook for awhile, checked on our eBay store, Oh man, I have to go take packages to the Post Office soon...Yikes! Do you know my Post Master sent me a thank you card the other day for the Christmas cookies we gave him before Christmas? Wasn't that nice of him? I wonder if he has to pay full price for his postage the same as we do? I better ask him. He'll tell me...he's used to me asking him stuff. Heck, sometimes I go to take the packages to the Post Office and he can't get rid of me! I just talk and talk and talk....and he sometimes has to go in the back room, so then I have to leave...Poor thing is so busy he doesn't always have time to talk to me!
Oh well, I guess I'll just give up for now and keep trying to think of something creative to share with all you other creative people out there. Maybe if I go read some more of your Hubs I will get some ideas for myself. We'll see. Sigh.