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I feel as if I'm undergoing a serious case of cognitive dissonance. As hinted at by my last, not-entirely-serious blog post, I feel as if I'm a machine running some kind of flawed operating system. Windows Vista, probably. My perception of reality seems to holding up fine, I haven't seen any walls melt or any cats with women's faces (unfortunately), but there's a general feeling that when I'm faced with a specific kind of task (say, doing a piece of creative writing), the whole system goes "?????????????", as if my mind didn't have the necessary apps for dealing with that particular action. TBH, at the end of the day I think it's just a really bad case of Writer's Block, and I'm just frustated that I can't get my head into gear and put into paper all the half baked ideas that have recently flooded my brain; seriously, I've had so many half formed idea pitches coalescing in the darkness of my mind, which is bizarre to say the least. But because writing (ALL writing...it's even affecting my uni work) at the moment feels like shitting nails, they are worthless to anyone else but me, and even then...sigh. Having a colourful imagination is fine and dandy, but as I've discovered it can also become a trap if you never try to develop it and get it out in the open...where other people can see it, instead of being stuck in the dark basement of my soul.