What the hell am I going to write about?

Yeah so I am at work and bored, so time to start blogging right? Certainly boredom is the mother of all invention, not barren and infertile necessity. So what will I write about? I think one can only write about themselves, no matter what they think or try to do otherwise. It is always good to write from ones own perspective because this is how we all see the world. I remember once when I had a sore ankle and I was limping about town, how many people I noticed who also had some sort of limp, people whom I would not have taken a second look at if I had not been sore, but people whom I immediately related to myself because we shared a common ailment. The human is predisposed to this sort of way of viewing the world, and to try and fight it, to try and sound or come off as someone else will always suffer under the taint of falsity. I do not mean by this that I will be writing about my feelings and manic episodes, but merely stick to a plain style and record the thoughts as they come to me as efficiently as I can.