As though I spend a long time fretting over Garv's topic du jour. I usually mention it, but often go off the map. So telling me to come up with my own topic is less a free pass and more an infuriating challenge, telling me to be creative is the fastest way to stop me from being creative.
I made up my own topic yesterday. Blah blah blah, the Italian Fest sucks. Blah blah blah, I like my new club.
I like playing basketball at my new club. I have referred to this as my therapy. When I'm in a game, I don't think about anything else. If you're an athlete, or a video gamer, or a musician, I assume you can relate to this. Much of the rest of the time - driving, cooking dinner, blogging - I can't shut my brain off. Many thoughts spin around my head, often leading to weird occurrences. Like when you're trying to remember the name of the next door neighbor's boyfriend on some random sitcom from the eighties, and you can't think of it and you can't think of it. Then the next day while you're driving along it jumps to the front of your noggin even though you aren't really thinking about it. Like that. I figure that thoughts and the fore of our consciousness are like a child's toy with lots of little differently shaped blocks and a container with differently shaped holes. Once all of the pieces are in there, you gotta just keep shaking it or spinning it or something until the right piece falls into the right spot. I'm not certain that it's the most efficient way, there may be a release that you can turn to open the container, but that's for quitters, always taking the easy way out.
It's like how people say that it takes fewer muscles to smile than to frown. And all you grinning idiots are just lazy.