I'm Glad You're Here

A vague wisp of inspiration infiltrates my brain and I eagerly click on the promising blue "W" on the bottom of my desktop. The icon bounces a couple of times while I try to form the idea currently wafting about my brain into a more fully comprehensible concept. My subconscious sends an impatient tapping to my fingers as I wait for my best friend and worst enemy to launch, until finally, finally, the loading screen appears in the form of a large blue rectangle on the screen.

"Optimizing font performance..." Word tells me, in an attempt to make the wait shorter by informing me of each of his actions.

Immediately, my mind is carried away with the notion of various fonts performing an enthralling and ironic drama on a spotlit stage in a dark theater. I begin musing about the audience's reaction to the climax and the raving reviews that will follow in the paper for weeks to come.

After my mind has amused itself long enough, I push the obscure analogy back into my blurred edges of thought and eventually recognize the blank document in front of me as the paramount thing I have been waiting for. But something I had neglected to fear has happened - my initial idea is gone. Leaving as quickly as it came, I no longer can find even the first wisp of thought that once was mine. In vain, I struggle to uncover it again but am ultimately left sitting alone in the silence of my thoughts.

Then I realize with enlightened understanding, I am simply trying too hard.

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I'm glad you're here. Please enjoy your stay.