Multiple Choices

I have been trying to write a blog entry for the past two weeks, but I just can't seem to finish anything that I started. 

I tried writing about my Cagayan de Oro trip and how I proved the mantra: what goes around comes around. I tried composing something about my Valentine's Date and what I came to realize after it. I tried finishing an article about friendship, alcohol, and Friday Nights and morning afters. I tried writing about unplanned road trips and drunken nights. But I just could not seem to finish anything. Is it because a.) I am busy with other things; b.) I am just too lazy to think; c.) Writing is not and will never be an easy task; d.) I am happy; or e.) all of the above?

The answer is, of course, E. All of the above.

A. I am busy with other things. Since November 2011, things are slowly unfolding before me. I never thought of being a government employee at the age of 21. (Yes, a government employee under the current administration. Who would have thought, right? If you knew me in college, you'll understand what I mean.) Much more, I never thought of being busy given the idea of a typical government employee. Guess, I was wrong. Aside from work, I have also been spending most of my time reading or sleeping or going out and/or drinking with friends.

B. I am just too lazy to think. Enough said. 

C. Writing is not and will never be an easy task. I need to feel it, and the feeling only comes once in a blue moon. 

D. I am happy. One cannot simply write when happy, because things are too hazy. Thanks to happy hormones. I must feel down or angry or totally moved in order to write. I just cannot write when I am happy. Why? Because words drown in elation. 

So, yeah. I guess, that's just it.