When there has been nothing in my head, I have often posted lazily.
Sometimes it’s a repost of a item that I found interesting. At other times it’s a silly. I sometimes like my sillies, but I don’t wish to overuse them.
This morning I woke up with an empty head. I had had a dream about looking up the word, Truthless, but beyond that there was nothing remotely creeping close to an original thought. Just before setting off for work, I got the urge to post.
No, urge is the wrong word. What I was feeling was basic habit-related responses. I felt the need to post without having anything worthwhile to say. It’s like people having the need to talk when they are in company with others. Conversations suddenly unfold around groups and before long they are all taking a turn at adding another piece to the jigsaw. The finished puzzle is never truly completed, there are pieces left out, a half-formed corner here and a middle-piece there. Not that it makes much sense.
Being a ‘seeker of meaning’, I tend to leave rooms when these types of conversations are threatening to take place. I keep my jigsaw pieces firmly in my pockets.
What I don’t get from the activity is shared participation. The others are performing a valuable societal function and ritual.
I sit in my classroom and read.