I
saw a meme the other day that read: “Writer’s Block… When your imaginary
friends won’t talk to you.”
From
one perspective, that’s highly entertaining. But it’s also depressing
considering how true it is.
It’s
akin to being thirteen years old (which is, incidentally, creative writers’
average maturity level) and you have this like, OMG, so cool friend.
You
two are tight. You’re BFFs. And you have been for like a whole totes awesome
month.
You
take this as a sign you’ll be BFFs for like infinity. Times infinity. To the
infinityeth power.
Obvi.
I
mean, you do, like, everything together. You go on the coolest adventures and
talk about boys and how nobody understands you and how someday, you’re going to
do something totes awesome.
(Don’t
judge the repetition. Thirteen-year-olds don’t utilize very extensive
vocabulary.)
Anywho,
one day, without like any warning, your supposed BFF ditches you. She won’t
return your texts or reply to your Snapchat pix. She’s not even tweeting today!
It’s
like she hates you. Or like she was kidnapped. Or maybe even dead! Maybe you’ll
never see her again!! This is cray cray!!! You’re freaking out!!!!
Until,
a day or a week or maybe even a month later, she texts you again: U wanna gt 2gether?
You’re
furious at her. She’s a total monster. How could she do this to you!
But
you guys are like BFFs, and you’re just so happy she’s not dead. So instead of
telling her to step like you know you should, you text back: totes mcgotes! J
That’s
what it’s like going through writer’s block.
Worse
yet, there’s no warning when she’ll desert you next. She’s totally fickle. And
you’re totally pathetic, because no matter how many times she runs away,
leaving you empty-handed and empty-headed… you’ll always go crawling back just
as soon as she calls.
She’s
just too much fun not to play with. When she actually sticks around.
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