Monday, July 5, 2010

Blank pages are the bane of my existence...

This seems to have become a slogan for me. I quite often find myself waking up in the middle of the night to hastily grab one of my notebooks and a pen and scribble down some in-cohesive idea before I can resume my slumber. I always start a new page, and a blank one almost offends me. I feel like it's staring at me, mocking me with its whiteness. Bragging perhaps, like a perfectly groomed Persian seeking attention. As you reach down to pet it the cat darts away only to show up later and gloat with it's tail in the air. I have once told such a cat "I hope you roll in gum someday." I don't really mean it, I just feel it should have some form, shape, or color. All I see is white. I look down, and there the white is again. A blank page showing off it's virginity. A young girl with something lewd written on her shirt in glitter implying "I know you want to but you're not allowed." Alas, the pages in my notebook have become jail-bait.

*blink* ... *blink* ... *blink* ... *blink* ...... It's following me...

Do tell...

If you've read any of my writing thus far, you should well know by now I can be quite paranoid at times over the strangest things. I've become more aware that the cursor follows my every move with both indifference and this odd determination. It's stalking me. I looked around a bit for a different cursor to replace this nagging stick, but they all blink. I understand that blinking helps one find the cursor on a page, but I never need to find it. It's always in the last place I clicked. I click it again and it comes right to me. A stalker has to know where their victim is at all times after all. So even if I were to get a new cursor, it's like this one just put on a costume to fool me. It's giving itself away by blinking! I can have a blinking turtle, rainbow, dolphin, and even a penis. I don't care what it is if it still blinks at me, then it's no better than this stick!

All in all, I fear misplacing writing utensils in case the ceaseless efforts of the blank pages come to get me again. Also, it's still following me.