Scroty McBoogerballs

When you're a kid and you don't know what to write adults always say 'Just write "I don't know what to write"' and it doesn't make sense because why on earth would you do something so pointless. Then as you get older you see the merit in such an exercise, but I've come to learn that writing about not knowing what to write gets pretty boring pretty quickly when you do it everyday. I long for an idea, something to expand upon that comes to fruition in a clever and poignant climax. But that doesn't seem to happen anymore.

Is it me? Am I unable to attract a nice, sensitive idea that will treat me well? Or am I just too lazy to actually find a good one when I have an acceptable one already in the bag?