Running out of Ideas

This post is a cry for help. I have run out of ideas of things to write. The only reason I’m writing this is that I recognise a number of you are hooked onto banter republic and I don’t want to leave you hanging. The way to deal with this addiction is to slowly wean you off like a breastfeeding mother. Dear Banter Republican, this is the beginning of the end. We have hit rock bottom.

BUT. How did we get here? And how do I ensure it doesn’t happen again? I became too serious with my life. If you always want to have fresh ideas, you can’t take life too seriously. Taking life seriously is so pointless because a lot of things are not within your control, so in the end you look really dumb for trying. The best way to have a good idea is to have lots of ideas.

I love asking kids what they want to be when they grow up because I’m still looking for ideas. I think my problem is that I have really fantastic bad ideas. Others are coming up with novel ideas to end world hunger, then there’s me thinking about how I can plunge the entire world into worldwide hunger. You know, to level the playing field. I wish for a time when it was survival of the fittest. How can one man be worth $241 billion and he can’t even fight. It just shows we’ve failed as a species.

At graduation you get to wear a cap and gown, but it’s a good idea to also wear something underneath it. Which begs the question, what purpose do schools serve? Why do we have to get degrees? Why does a piece of paper validate a four year experience? And the fees you have to pay! I propose that all goverments of the world be directly responsible for the education of their citizens. Not everyone should be made to go to school. We all have that one classmate that should never have been admitted.

Education is not the answer. A man who has never gone to school might steal from a freight car; but if he has a University education, he may steal the whole rail road. It doesn’t end there either, he could end up running for mayor in the next election after the proceeds from the theft are processed. You want less thieves in your community? Stop everyone from going to school.

Ideas are like slippery fish. They seem to have a peculiar knack of getting away from us. Because of this, the creative person always has a pad and a pencil handy. When he gets an idea, he writes it down. He knows that many people have found their whole lives changed by a single great thought. By capturing ideas immediately, he doesn’t risk forgetting them. I didn’t let Banter Republic remain just a thought. In hindsight, I should have.

Ideas without action are worthless. To make great ideas a reality, we must act, experiment, fail, adapt, and learn on a daily basis. As long as your resolution is something personal and something that will improve your life, or make you feel better then it’s a good resolution. Think Big, think rich, think forwards, believe in yourself and always have your next ideas ready to turn into ventures for the future. Get a job.

Ideas won’t work unless you do.

©️ Gottfried. All rights reserved

180 thoughts on “Running out of Ideas

  1. Is it that you’re running out of ideas, or it’s the laziness catching up with you..? 😂, or do you want to run away before our fight 😳?😂 😂 😂 😂 You better not, because I will still find you and even bash you harder for taking away my weekly dose of Banter.

    On a different note tho, it’s okay to feel like you’re running out of things to write. Especially the running part, exercise is crucial. Just stop running, rest that bad leg, enjoy the view and forget you were running in the first place. 😁

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      1. Lmao, don’t entertain any thoughts anymore. You’re the master. Let the thoughts entertain you 😂

        Lmao, sprinter, idk why that reminded me a bus I once saw, sporting a slogan, ‘I am the best, always ahead of the rest’.
        The fact that it looked like it survived a hurricane notwithstanding 😂😂

        Your stop doesn’t have to be voluntary, dear Sprinter. I believe in the bad knee. 😂

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  2. This is the saddest post I’ve ever read. You can’t run out of ideas. I refuse to allow this. Take a few stiff drinks, go out into the world, come back, and write a post about your experience. I think what you come up with will be interesting.

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  3. I wish my running out of ideas was even 1/1000th as entertaining as what you consider having run out of ideas. When I run out of ideas, even the crickets fall silent because they have nothing to cricket (?) at for there is nothing – not even tumbleweeds. You make an entire post. Impressive, as always!

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  4. Hey, there’s nothing wrong with being lazy. Some of my best friends, including myself, are lazy sons of bitches. But did that stop us? No! We fight on, brother. That advice about the cap and gown was in itself a helpful hint, so keep cheering up the troops out here in the boondocks.

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  5. Well, I think we all had our flabber ghasted once too many times, and we stopped counting after that.
    I posted a similar piece declaring that I was done with telling all to whoever, whatever I thought they should know, but that I was probably going to post nice tales of time with Missy and the Lad, my grandchildren. I found loving them as a granny so imperative, but different to my love as a mom for their mom.
    My Storm tells me every so often, “I get it now, Mom.”
    Life will break our blood filled hearts (did you see how I did not say, bloody?) if we let them. So, no. We won’t let life

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  6. And then life presses send instead of return.
    You made me fall in love with you! I don’t care what you write about.
    I like the education bit. You been to my neck of the woods lately? We are trying to not educate kids at school. And we charge thousands for the play dates every day. So we have school holidays when teachers get tired of sitting about watching kids play.
    You are not allowed to let the stuff get to you, like I do. I have to edit out all my expletives. It’s quite exhausting because an expletive is one word. You need heart filled sentence to make up for it.
    The Interrogative mood, a book, is written with only questions. You may find your MOJO in there somewhere.
    Don’t quit, write rubbish. We will still love you.

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