Alright, buckle up, because this “none of this makes any sense crossword” thing was a trip. I’m sharing how I tackled it, from start to finish, and lemme tell ya, it was a head-scratcher.
So, first thing’s first, I saw this crossword floating around online. The title alone, “None of this makes any sense,” kinda dared me to try it. I’m not one to back down from a challenge, especially a puzzling one.
Step 1: The Initial Assault
- I printed that sucker out. Old school, I know, but I like having something tangible to scribble on.
- Grabbed my favorite pen (it’s a trusty Pilot G2, if you’re curious).
- Stared at the grid. And stared. And stared some more.
At first glance, it was just…a crossword. But the clues? Oh boy, the clues. They were vague, cryptic, and sometimes just plain weird. Think riddles wrapped in metaphors served with a side of existential dread.
Step 2: Decoding the Madness
I started with the “easy” ones. You know, the ones that seemed remotely possible to decipher. I was hunting for any foothold, any tiny crack in the wall of nonsense.
Here’s where things got interesting, and my notes started looking like a madman’s manifesto:
- I circled keywords in the clues, trying to identify potential themes or connections.
- I brainstormed synonyms, antonyms, and anything remotely related to those keywords.
- I even resorted to Googling phrases from the clues, hoping for some accidental insight. (Spoiler alert: didn’t work.)
Step 3: Collaboration (and Mild Frustration)
I was hitting a wall, hard. So, I did what any sane person would do: I enlisted help. I dragged my wife into the madness. She’s pretty good at puzzles, and I figured two heads were better than one, even if one of those heads was starting to question its own sanity.
We bounced ideas off each other, argued about possible solutions, and generally descended into a state of collaborative confusion. There were moments of near-breakthrough, followed by crushing disappointment when our theories fell apart.
Step 4: The “Aha!” Moments (and the Facepalms)
Eventually, after hours of struggling, something clicked. One clue, then another, started to make a sliver of sense. We filled in a few letters, and suddenly, other words started to fall into place.
There were definitely facepalm moments. Like when we realized a clue was a reference to a really obscure poem that we both vaguely remembered from high school English. Seriously, who remembers that stuff?
Step 5: Victory (and a Sense of Accomplishment)
After what felt like an eternity, we finally finished it. Every square filled, every clue (sort of) understood. It was a bizarre, challenging, and ultimately rewarding experience.
The Takeaway
This crossword wasn’t about knowing the answers. It was about the process of figuring them out. It was about lateral thinking, collaboration, and not giving up when things get weird. And, honestly, a little bit about embracing the nonsense.
Would I do it again? Maybe. Probably. I’m a sucker for punishment, apparently.
