I am a Child of Piracy**

Note:  This post might have nothing to do with the title.So if you're here looking for arguments to use against software pirates or something,you're at the wrong place mate!

And this post has a lot of unnecessary rambling which I was too proud of to edit but you’re free to skip paragraphs any time you feel like it’s getting boring and you won’t be missing anything. But I'll love you if you do manage to read the whole thing...*insert cute smile* or at least my best impression of cute...which ain’t very cute actually!

On with it!

I've run out of ideas.

The problem is nothing, I repeat, nothing I come up with is original, and every single thing is copied inspired by something or someone else.

I'm tired of constantly waking up and rooting through thoughts, words, actions, newspapers, books, movies, YouTube videos and everything under the sun for something I can talk about.

I surprise myself at times.

I have these weird slow motion visions in my head a lot these days.

I’ll be doing something, and all of a sudden, everything slows down and becomes ultra minute and clear and I’ll have writery phrases pop into my head to describe those...

For example:

Walking home after college:

Looking at a girl with a pretty looking tan on her face...sun kissed.

Which makes me...sun f**ked.

Me...normally.Now you also stare...stare...stare.

I have a thing for beautiful people.

I’ll sometimes see this pretty person on a road or bus or train and I want to go up to them, tap their shoulder and tell them, “You know you’re gorgeous right?!” and in my head write a post describing them using Victorian phrases.

While making an omelette:

Eggs are the most forgiving things on earth because however badly you splatter them while pouring; they’ll always heal while cooking.

Didn't someone say there’s a lesson to be learnt in everything?

Heck even when I'm reading something for crying out loud:

I begin reading. Each word on the screen clamouring for my attention. Begin from the beginning. Milking each sentence for all it is worth.

I've never read this carefully before...sifting every sentence for layers or hidden meanings. Funny because I've never been a carefully-read kinda person.

You know you've hit rock bottom when you contemplate writing a blog-post on why you love the word ‘f**k’.

No kidding. This is how far I got:

Four letters. One syllable. This word has captured the imagination of everyone...and I love it.

I love the relief that comes with just yelling f**k...unparalleled. Except by maybe a few other cuss words. But I prefer this one. It’s pretty clear and unambiguous. And mostly everyone understands it.

See??

This can be irritating. Since every single time I have to quickly run and grab something to record this on or I lose the train of thought.

Or it could possibly be what is called 'Getting an Idea'.

Yeah, I know. Certified crazy I am.

Back to why I can’t think of anything to write.

Keeping with the ‘ I'm a copycat pirate’ title here’s an extract from Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn.

She is the kind of author who would capture your imagination and keep it in a tin box next to her bed and you’d only be glad for that... I didn't stretch that too far did I?

She shakes up a lot. I didn't know WHAT to think after reading this book. 

For several years, I had been bored. Not a whining, restless child’s boredom (although I was not above that) but a dense, blanketing malaise. It seemed to me that there was nothing new to be discovered ever again. Our society was utterly, ruinously derivative (although the word derivative as a criticism is itself derivative). We were the first human beings who would never see anything for the first time. We stare at the wonders of the world, dull-eyed, underwhelmed. Mona Lisa, the Pyramids, the Empire State Building. Jungle animals on attack, ancient icebergs collapsing, volcanoes erupting. I can’t recall a single amazing thing I have seen first-hand that I didn't immediately reference to a movie or TV show. A fucking commercial. You know the awful singsong of the blasé: Seeeen it. I've literally seen it all, and the worst thing, the thing that makes me want to blow my brains out, is: The second-hand experience is always better. The image is crisper, the view is keener, the camera angle and the soundtrack manipulate my emotions in a way reality can’t any more  I don’t know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a loved one dies, we know the words to say. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script.

It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless automat of characters.

And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don’t have genuine souls.

It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else.

I would have done anything to feel real again.

And the song I'm humming these days:

If you’re YouTube maniacs like I am, you might be familiar with the viral video called Numa Numa, this is the live version by O Zone(Yeah,they're a boy-band.What better way to get into the One Direction spirit of things!). And the language is Romanian, you’ll want to know after watching it.

P.S. And I know what you’re thinking right now...

That, dear reader, is what happens when my brain goes into overdrive...I start thinking too much and too little all at once.

And why did I subject you to that?

Well...I have no answer. Other than the oft-quoted Writer’s block...but hopefully you’ll be back next time for more craziness and not file a lawsuit against me...trust me to exaggerate.

Oh well!

Have a fantastic February! :)

Also today’s the two month birthday of my blog!

Let's Partayy!

**And the title's pirated too.From here!

See,I'm the piratingest pirate that ever lived...as long as my pirate is Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom!:)

And I did get the results from those exams I mentioned somewhere before and let me just say the marks make me want to start a protest march against the board's correction system!