A Plea.

I feel as if I'm running out of inspiration for this blog.

I planned to do a post about the reasons why I dislike the professional football, but a) it has no jokes in and b) it isn't an interesting enough topic for me to write something eloquent or passionate about.

I planned to do a series of 'Buried Boxes' posts, each one finally getting off my chest a nasty secret about what I've done in the past - the worst points of me. I'd be happy to do that, but I wonder if it might be a little too self-piteous and uninteresting for people reading this.

I had an interesting idea to talk about the concept of true altruism, and whether the existence of a so-called natural high effectively disproves its existence, and a load of pretentious detail about that, but it seems too similar to my last posts (serious, solemn, not brilliantly written) which I've started to dislike.

I also planned a big post all about why I love villains in fiction, the different types of them that exist, and the characteristics of successful ones - I don't have much faith in what I could write, though, or how good that writing would be.

And then there's the final option: do a funny post. The real spanner in this particular works is the fact that I have misplaced my humour. I have come to the realisation that there are two types of joke I can make: puns/wordplay, and acidic rants at my pet hates. I can't write a blog post based on puns - they're too short and all I'm good at is copying other people's - and I can't come up with a really negative rant either. I think my life has become extremely positive and excellent lately, and while this is of course a good thing, my positivity means I have no fire left. I am content to let things be, see past their stereotypes, rather than make a funny jibe at them.

So, I turn to the reader. If you want me to do any of these, or have another suggestion, then please tell me. I don't know whether any of the 3 or 4 people who know about this blog are reading this - although that sentence was quite unnecessary, as its meaning would be counteracted if somebody read it, and thus the whole point of constructing it was an entirely useless endeavour. Anyhow, please help. God knows I need it.