Intentions of Inspiration

It's amazing where I find inspiration. I don't write a story because I think up something after pondering the meaning of life for hours, I write a story based on a thought, or even a fragment of a thought that makes its way into my head at seemingly random times. Certain events and sights in my life strike me in a powerful way, and when they happen, I feel a need to write about the event either in a poem or a story (or a blog I suppose). For example, one of the more strange examples of this happened the other day. I was taking a shower and I was feeling very sick to my stomach. For whatever reason, I felt the need to lay down in the bath tub in hopes of feeling better. While lying down, I had the thought of how unclean the floor of the tub must be. This thought struck me as being very ironic since showers and baths are where we go to clean ourselves, yet many times we would never think of lying down in one, especially if it were at a friends house or at a hotel. So it made me wonder "If we think the floor of a tub is dirty, does that mean the shower head and the water is dirty as well? Are we in fact getting dirtier when we take a shower?" This mixture of strange thought made me write a poem about the event because I kept coming back to it day after day.

More recently, and more realistically speaking, I came across another situation. In my "Creative Writing" class, there's a girl who although she's very pretty and nice to me and everyone else, no one ever talks to her or seems to care about her. My seat in the cafeteria always faces the place where she sits, which gives me a view of her sitting mostly by herself writing in what I believe is a journal. I've tried making conversation, but I'm usually afraid that she'll take my willing friendship in a way not intended. I've wondered about her a lot. I wonder why she sits by herself. Does she just like being alone? Does she have some secret past? Or are people just excluding her for no reason? With this new thought, I've yet to write anything other than this blog about it. I don't like writing stories involving high school students because I have a deep hatred for young adult literature (a story for another time), but it seems like a poem wouldn't encompass it all. Who knows...