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My Brain During A Creative Slump

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Hey, you. I hate to disrupt all of the completely worthless thoughts you’re having, but can you start using me again? This is your brain, by the way. Did you really not recognize me just now? No, I haven’t lost weight but now that you mention it, I’m feeling mighty malnourished lately. That’s what happens when you spend hours watching reruns of Law & Order: SVU instead of, I don’t know, reading a book or something. Dude, you’ve seen every episode at least thirty times. What are you doing to yourself? To us? Your ability to predict the conclusion two minutes into the show isn’t even impressive anymore; it’s terrifying. You have a problem.

So yes, books. Read them. Now that I think about it, you know what else might satiate me? Having a real life conversation with another person. Or learning a new language, you could give that a try. Try anything. The next time you catch yourself becoming fascinated by a white sheetrock wall, blink. Take a walk. Stop giving me reasons to disengage from reality. Maybe you’re okay with offering nothing to the world for days on end, but I didn’t sign up for this.

Remember the way things were? We’d spend hours creating. We’d work our fingers to the bone, or at least into a mild bout of compromised finger dexterity. Some days, we’d achieve so much that the high of productivity rivaled the high of celebratory beers that followed an honest day’s work. Okay, perhaps I’m exaggerating but give productivity some credit; it’s difficult to compete with depressants. Point is, we used to have accomplishments worth celebrating. Now all we’ve got are long days (some might describe them as endless) filled with doing virtually nothing. And before you object, glazing over your inbox without answering one lone email and obsessively verifying that your DVR is set to record Portlandia does not count as doing something. FYI.

I know you’re in a rut right now, and I totally get it. I’m not going to chastise you while pretending that I’ve never failed you in the past. I mean, we both know what I’m like the morning after a bender. I’m a cocktail of Joan Crawford, the Westboro Baptist Church, and Chris Brown — so like, the absolute worst. But my sympathy reservoir is about to run dry. The most pressing decision you’ve allowed me to make this week was whether to go chicken or beef at Calexico. We deserve better than this.

So indulge me. Stimulate me. Have an idea — two of them, if you’re up for it. Throw me a bone, here. Or don’t, but if you’re not going to use me can we at least take some drugs? Not that your tendency to unblinkingly stare at nothing for hours isn’t totally fun but, OH WAIT IT’S ACTUALLY WHAT MY OWN PERSONAL HELL LOOKS LIKE. Really though, I’ve heard that a lot of creative people take drugs. Might be worth looking into.

And before I forget, would it kill you to put on some real pants? TC mark

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    • http://profiles.google.com/thetirvine Timothy Irvine

      this blog is beyond bamftastic

    • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1217597690 Mitch Lavender

      I laughed.  Well, I LOLed anyway. 

    • http://www.facebook.com/people/Susan-Marie-Rodriguez/649549739 Susan Marie Rodriguez

      You have always been my favorite TC writer. I love all of you work. 

    • MajaSka

      If my brain were to write me a letter – this would be its EXACT words. It made me sad that I got yet another reminder of how much I have neglected my poor brain…we used to be great together…this now is shit. But at least I got it to see it’s not alone :D There are other brains out there suffering  just the same :D And at least I allow it to read your blog :D

    • http://twitter.com/tannnyaya Tanya Salyers

      I’m a cocktail of Joan Crawford, the Westboro Baptist Church, and Chris Brown
      lmfao

    • Mel

      you’re such an amazing writer you must be an amazing person too

    • Jaimeawright

      Thank you for reminding me that there is only so much information that I can glean from staring at the white wall in front of me.  Thank you.

    • joe

      I enjoyed the sentiment, but not the style.

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