I went to Psychobabble in Los Feliz to get some writing done, but I realized how utterly uninterested I am in writing anymore for two main reasons.
1. People bore me. I tried observing them today—supposedly a great way to generate ideas—but I didn't care about them. Their lives were completely bland to me.
2. I have no passion. Fundamentally, conflicts arise in stories when people's desires are frustrated. Lacking in desire, I cannot project it onto my characters.
Whoo-hoo. People bore me and I have no passion—that's a stellar advertisement for myself, isn't it? I do take snide satisfaction in my contempt for other people, and maybe that counts for something.
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