Ennui Having Fun Yet?

Recently, my posts have lacked depth. I realize I'm not in the depth business, but still. I've skimmed so much surface, that I feel that I have left no waters unrippled. Now, ennui has settled in and the surface holds no glamor for me any longer. I am a dragonfly who wants to do the triple lindy.

Frankly, I don't have anything to really dive into. I'm not pissed off about the war; I'm beyond it. I can't get into wrestling or NASCAR. I'm over NCLB. Even American Idol and Survivor have lost their luster. Perhaps my anti-depressants are working too well. I can't seem to tap into the rage. My hot buttons are suddenly luke-warm. Maybe, if the elections were in full swing, I'd have a point of view worth chewing on. Sadly, I just can't think of one damn thing to be passionate about.

As a result, I've been posting a bunch of flotsam from the stream of consciousness. I've got a general malaise about this writing business. Maybe you could help. I realize I'm being needy here, but perhaps you could suggest some rant topics to me in the comments. I'll be glad to try them out for size and practice passion diatribes. Maybe that will give me the boost I need to go forward. Otherwise, my future posts may be nothing but things like this or this.