A non- writer's solution on writer's block

I went to a topic generator site to toss me up a random topic to write on.. so, I ended up getting:

Write about a phobia.

Easy.

For as long as I can remember I was really, really, REALLY afraid of cockroaches. I mean, sure, I'm afraid of a LOT of insects (there was even a time I was scared of ants. Not even kidding.) but cockroaches, on the other hand, are something different.

They sense your fear, and assault you when you least expect it. They are masters of manipulation, fooling us humans to think you got them good at that first hit... only to find them crawling back to safety minutes later (grosses me out just thinking about it). With their flight capability, they are UN-FREAKIN'-STOPPABLE. Their spontaneity during flight is what makes them lethal; one minute they're in your wall, then next second they'd be on top of your hair madafaka go wriggle like a weakling that you are HAH HAH HAH sorry.

Once, I managed to kill one. And then I literally cried afterwards. Revenge does taste sweet.

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You know, I never really considered myself a revengeful person. Nope, even to that cockroach I kind of felt bad afterwards (I mean, what about that cockroach's kids, right? Who'll feed them, and enable them to go to cockroach school?).

I guess whenever I do something other people would consider "revengeful," I'd only look at it merely as reciprocation. For instance, at that cockroach (whom we shall name Ben) incident. I was actually busy writing an essay (which was due next day) when voila! Ben came in through the bedroom window (I just had to put in the Beatles reference) like he was invited to my cramming party. So I was thinking: "I have to get rid of this, right?" And what I did next was pure genius. PURE. GENIUS, I tell ya.

So I went downstairs to get every. single. pair. of freakin'. flip flops. that I saw. And what would a genius do next? Why, of course proceed to throw those slippers at Ben! So, instead of just directly hitting it at close- range like a normal person would, I, undoubtedly a descendant of Albert Einstein, went full- Legolas at that shit and just... hoped to heavens even one slipper would hit. And it did.

It was a genius plan, after all.

Was it revenge? Nope. It was merely a reciprocation of how Ben treated me, which was: I-almost-died-from-fright kind of experience. I just returned what I received. Though I did actually kill poor lil' Ben. *sigh* I'll miss you, old pal.
(loljk I won't pls stay the heck away from me yo)

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I have, literally for days, tried to start working on my script. TRIED. Only to find myself staring at a blank document ALL. DAMN. TIME.

I tried drawing, writing whatever on my journal (which ended up being slightly incoherent, by the way), watching a lot of movies, played video games to pump up the adrenaline, but still nope. ugh.

Well, as another attempt to get this freakin' writer's block away, I ended up having this idea of writing about anything, just to get the flow of words going... And I ended up with THAT :D

Conclusion: writer's block sucks. but this random rambling helped tho. (4 out of 5 stars)