Bla

So this might be the first thing I have written in months that doesn’t contain some Latin. Weird, I guess. To find it weird when I don’t use a language that died thousands of years ago.

So yeah, it might just be me that has this feeling sometimes, but can anyone else put into words when you feels “bla”. Now, we all know Bla’s bastard cousin “bla (u)” and his delightful friend “bla (L)”, but what about Bla himself. I’m going to try.

Bla sounds like that faint din that comes off of all modern electrical equipment when left on. It is the smell (if I may comment on you superior human’s senses) of a printer toner machine. It is the taste of your mouth when you’ve just stopped chewing gum after 2 days. It’s lukewarm water. It is the “am I tired, or do I just want to give up?” feeling. It’s not knowing what you want. It’s primary school mashed potatoes. It’s when your cheeks feel heavier and you realise you’ve not smiled in a while. It’s counting down the days to something you know will disappoint. It’s realising that you wont “totally remember and think about this day” in later life. It’s a friend taking too many liberties. It’s trying to rationalise everything when you should just take it in your stride. It’s giving up.

Any ideas?