Breathing Underwater

The first thought I had tonight when I sat down to write was that "forcing ones self to write is like trying to breath underwater." I don't know where that came from but to me it seems to make a lot of sense. If I were to try and force myself to write anything, and I mean really force myself like I could think of nothing to write AT ALL, it would be like trying to breath someplace I just wasn't going to get any oxygen.

Lucky for me most of the time I have thoughts. Ha thoughts, Doesn't everyone have thoughts all the time? Let me rephrase, I have thoughts that I am willing to share with everyone else.

Have you ever been asked "what are you thinking" and you didn't know what to say because you weren't sure what you were thinking about? My step-dad Kevin used to ask me that question all of the time and sometimes he would get upset with me because "you are always thinking something" yet I could never tell him what was on my mind. One day when we were in his green truck he asked my "what are you thinking?" This time I was prepared with an answer because, while we were driving I knew he was going to ask that question so I was trying to think of what to say when he asked so my reply was "I am thinking about what to say when you ask me what I am thinking about." To that he he laughed and replied "You really don't know what your ever thinking" he shook his head smiling. Since that day he hasn't bothered to ask me what I was thinking if I was quiet it simply meant that I was quiet nothing more and nothing less.