Irony

I always wait till i have something meaningful to write, before i decide to come here and put something down. However, increasingly, i find that there's little meaningful, insightful, or funny for me to write about. Either my ability to eviscerate humour from the world around me has taken a severe hammering, or, there's just nothing much going on!

My life has kind of settled into a routine. Monday to Sunday. Same things, same people, same time, same everything. As Stephen King so eloquently put it, its basically been, SSDD;

Same Shit Different Day.

Such melancholy, just punctures a hole in your sinews of creativity. And all your inspiration, contemplations, and musings just seep out through there, into the void that is routine. Absent of that little spark of difference.

But therein, Therein lies the irony doesn't it? In melancholy lies the muse, and in having nothing of note to pen, words have conglomerated to form the idea, that there is no idea.

Life's little ironies. Found yours for today yet or are you still confused?