What To Write About When You Have Nothing To Write About — Especially If You Are Indeed an Obsessive-Compulsive BloggerDecember 24, 2011 at 2:34 pm | Posted in iseng, katarsis | 21 Comments
Tags: Blogging, obsessive compulsive, writing
WRITE — write about how you hate the fact that you simply have nothing to say about the world and everything in it, no matter how horrible — or beautiful, depending on how much money you have in your bank account — it has become to you after years of living as nobody, not even a petty celebrity blogger. SAY — say I couldn’t care less about a group of punkers who got arrested in Aceh. I mean, come on, man, what difference does it make if I, Gentole, say that what the sharia police did there was wrong or reprehensible or unacceptable or sickening or whatever? This is not science. When it comes to morality, right or wrong is whatever you think is right or wrong. That’s just it. So the Acehnese hate punks. So what? Some people in Europe hate women in burqa. I like Indomie. You want to kill anyone who is a fan of SMASH. So what? We human beings, unlike monkeys, happen to like and hate different things. Yes we can always argue for and against anything, including ourselves, but after all the sleepless nights trying to right all the wrongs in the world wide web, what do we get but headaches and that sense of irony; that fear that somewhere on the other part of the web another you is trying to do the same thing as you do, but with you as his or, Allah forbid, her object of ridicule? If you think that’s too far-off, look at those comments you made a few years ago. Unless you’re a fucking narcissist, chances are you will end up covering your face with your sweaty palm, painfully trying to cope with the utter embarrassment of making a big fat ass of yourself, acting like a pretentious douche-bag. I know. There’s probably no point in doing or saying anything. But we say things anyway, especially on the Internet. We love banality. We do. I did this all the time; saying out loud what I have in mind in my blog, this blog, regardless of it having no great value or importance to anyone but me. It’s cathartic. It’s okay. The point of a cathartic writing is not to persuade (read: trick) others to feel you or at least nod in agreement and think you’re a literary genius, a gem, but to say what you want to say because you really, really want to say it. It doesn’t matter if nobody reads or cares about your covert fascination with Cherry Belle. This is what we do when we have nothing to write about but feel the urge to write. It’s like wanting to pee but unable to urinate. Anyang-anyangan. It’s excruciating! That’s why we always end up cursing the world, cursing SMASH and Syahrini and Fauzi Bowo and shitty sinetrons like Putri Yang Ditukar. Most of what we say on our blogs is bullshit, or of no importance. And it’s okay. For all I know, all the things we value the most in life — money, God, heaven, true love, justice, Ipod Touch, Blackberry, a pack of cigarettes — are nonsense made sensible.