The reality of blah
Cycles can be annoying
No one talks about the reality of feeling blah—the mundanity of feeling blah.
Feeling blah, is just how it sounds, /blä/.
I take back my first statement, people do talk about feeling blah, in fact, it’s almost all anyone talks about in order to cope with the fact that they are usually doing nothing to help the blah—just looking for reassurance from others, typically the internet—the blah supporters.
It’s not wrong to feel blah, and to express feeling blah, but I tend to wonder how much of it is actually blah, and how much of it is brought on by other’s blah… blah.
Google defines blah as “referring to something which is boring or without meaningful content.” Some of my words will have to do with the boring—as I said, the mundane—but most will have to do with what one may consider, a lack of meaningful content.
For starters, it is up to us to find the meaningful in the meaningless. Albeit subjective at its core, it is the truth. Something I’ve learned about myself over time, and continue to… dance with in different ways, sometimes exhaustingly, is my incessant questioning towards “understanding” meaning in our everyday lives and “big picture ideas,” and the truth that the meaningful things we come up with, are also, in retrospect, meaningless; so what really matters? Basically, I’m a pessimistic optimist and an optimistic pessimist—not unheard of—but annoying at times to say the least.
I like to think there’s a “bigger picture” on days that feel like they’re out of reach, even when I’m standing, and existing within them. When I can’t see, I distract. When I distract, I see that I can’t see. When I see that I can’t see, I don’t know what to say. When I don’t know what to say, I can feel myself start to drift away. Despite this, the feeling isn’t entirely bleak—the feeling is blah.
Merriam-Webster defines blah as “blah, or less commonly, blah-blah, as silly or pretentious chatter or nonsense.” Makes sense that the collective meaning of the word blah can be so meaningful, due to its variety of uses, yet meaningless, due to its lackluster definitions.
The reality of blah is that it’s just blah and blah? and blah. and blah!! and blah; and blah, and blah—when we feel blah, we distract ourselves with other’s blah. When we distract ourselves with other’s blah, we open ourselves up to a cycle of mundane yet repetitive actions that will always feed into the reality of blah if we don't independently do something about it. This probably all sounds like nonsense, because it is—it’s nonsense to think that a feeling that’s meaningless could hold meaning in our learned actions—in my learned actions.
No one talks about the reality of feeling blah because everyone’s reality of blah is different, so how can the reality of blah, the feeling of blah, be described when it’s something we as individuals linger with inside. Blah is fleeting and lacks context without meaning—my latest reality of blah had to do with the fact I had several things to write about, but not seeing the point in writing anyways, in taking the time to share my thoughts, because my blah said “ehhh, why does it matter?” The reality of my blah, and of the why, is that I don’t have a definitive answer, but you may have one, and that’s why it matters.
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