Don't let the Intellectual fatness get you down.

I used to be one of those normal people who love summer and everything that goes along with it. I used to love the heat, the boredom, the lake trips, everything associated with summer. Now I am struck with the strangest case of the summer blues. I cannot think. I cannot ponder. My typing skills are faster than ever from the lack of things to do, but I keep typing words or parts of words backwards. So, as I sit here in a small cafe downtown with my weird arsty person drink, I shall attempt to ponder why I am so sick of summer and all that it entails.

When the season first began, I rattled around, feeling totally useless. I had just completed a fifteen page essay for writing 123, and we had just had our dance recital which we had prepared for for three months. I finally realized what felt so peculiar. I didn't have any pressure. Nothing was due. I had no homework. I had no steps to practice and remember. Not only did I feel useless--I was useless.

I suppose this feeling of uselessness comes from something. I've decided it's the need to know. During the summer I have nothing motivating me to find anything out. My mind and body have basically been deteriorating and stagnating all summer long. I find this unacceptable. Not only have I felt stupid, I fear I'm going to begin looking it as well. No deadlines, no assignments, no projects. I decided to start writing a book, but the lack of pressure has caused that to just not happen. In fact I am so intellectually out of shape that I struggled to write this blog. I think I'm going to set a blogging quota for myself.