On the Topic: Entitlement

I’m thinking of starting a new series for my blog called “On the Topic.” But it also might end up being just me babbling on and on about my views on a topic. Which is what it actually is. Does anyone even care about my opinion? I do and that’s all that matters to me! If anyone can love you, it might as well be yourself, right?

What I want to discuss/talk at the Internet today is entitlement. Entitlement is defined as “the fact of having a right to something.” Often we hear the word entitlement thrown at young adults, children nowadays, and on a more political spectrum: entitlement programs. Hopefully, I’ll touch on all three of these ideas and make my opinion clear, or won’t make anything up.

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The Slump

I’ve taken a long break from writing, all kinds of writing and it’s taken a toll on my mental health for sure. Honestly, I started this post two months ago and abandoned it after writing just one sentence.

Writing was my first love, my forever love. I’ve always appreciated the way it gives me what I’m feeling, the way it helps me interpret what is going on in the world and in my life. A little over a year ago to this day I wrote about falling back in love with writing. How it was me returning to my roots. I took a break to focus on other skills and aspirations, but again returned to my first love. Here I am again, after a long break.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m not in school anymore and just getting dumber from the lack of formal education or because I’m not writing, but I’m finding it more and more difficult to put my feelings and thoughts into words. Maybe I’m just tired of this continuous cycle of bad news à la the United States government and T****, but something’s just been off.

I’ve written here and there, on and off, but it always felt so forced. It feels ingenuine. It feels like I’m just trying to make sense of what’s going on instead of actually figuring my shit out. I could say that I miss the days where writing came so easy to me, but it never really did. Like any skill, any passion, writing was an evolving process. It’s obvious that my writing didn’t start out amazing and it isn’t the best it could be now or whatever I believed my prime was. Writing is something continuously worked on. Writing will never remain constant because it is ever-changing. Whether I’m writing a long-form article or a 140 character tweet, it relies on my ability to craft a message.

This slump sucks more than the others. I’m sure I could have said that more eloquently, but I feel it makes my point exactly. Not only am I not writing, but I’m at a point in my life where everything around me is moving while I remain stuck. It’s not a good feeling.

What will bring me out of this slump? I don’t know for sure. But this is helping. I’ll keep you updated once I’m out and about and figuring my life the fuck out (sorry it rhymed).