Great White Sharks are the Universe’s eraser of seals.

I don’t even know what to write about. I already write every day as a goal to myself for a novel, yet when I start this blog, I have no idea what to talk about. Does this mean I am uninteresting?

It feels like the most interesting people always have something to talk about. I can only find things to latch onto if I see them or think of things that interest me and relay them. I’m not a great conversationalist.

If you asked me to start talking, I would freeze and stand there. But, if you started talking about dinosaurs, that is something I can latch onto. By the way, what is your favorite dinosaur? If someone answers, I will give my answer because I am unfair like that.

Oh, but I am good at relating two completely random subjects together. If you ask me to compile a sentence containing three completely unrelated things, I could probably connect them. Like if you said, “compose a relation between erasers, sharks, and the universe in a sentence,” I would be able to do it in a few seconds. Is this even a talent? Maybe everyone can do it.

Given this example: Great White Sharks are the Universe’s eraser of seals.

Thank you for reading this randomness.

RepresentingEnvy (En-Chan)