The Worst Post of the Year

As many of you know I have written a post every day this year.  I’ve also bragged in interviews that I haven’t published a poor one yet.  Each one, while not perfect was at least a 7/10.

You may disagree.  F you and your silly hat.

However, this is the first time I’ve had a true block.  Usually I can go back through my day and find something funny, interesting, or touching to talk about.  While I may not know where I’m going, within a few hundred words it takes shape.

I think I know why it’s hard today.

When I visit my parents at home (such as now), I regress.  I’m back in high school.  No responsibilities, lots of things to eat that are stocked by someone else,  and clean sheets and towels.  I don’t pay for dinner and nobody asks me to do much of anything.  It’s like a vacation without the invoice slipped under your hotel room door.

What I’ve learned about myself is that without a ton of hard work I don’t develop my potential.  Having things handed to me, while appreciated, ultimately allows certain emotional and mental muscles to atrophy.  My creativity goes away.

Since I’m not making decisions (most everything is provided here), I don’t have many real experiences.  I was looking back on this day and realized I didn’t do much.  I ate Chinese  food for breakfast followed by a big bag of popcorn.  Next, I went to Home Depot and my father helped me secure my car cover because it keeps blowing away.

Note : Car covers are usually reserved for douchebags.  I only have one  because my parking spot is directly under a tree filled with birds.  If I leave uncovered for one day, I have at least six shit stains on the hood by that evening.  After a week it looks like I’m driving the world’s  largest  dalmatian.

After the hardware store I passed out for two hours.  Woke up, went to dinner.  Home now.  About to sleep.

No kidding I have nothing to write about.  I didn’t do anything!

Going home is amazing because it is the ultimate escape from the real world.  Mortgages, work, cleaning the oven – none of this exists while I’m here.  That’s the upside.

The downside is you just read the worst post of the year.  I’d encourage you to come back tomorrow, when I’m back in my condo and pissed that I have to take care of myself.  It will be funnier.