Five-Hundred Word Challenge 646: Only Waiting

And so the day drags on like the knuckles against the ground, but instead of scraping the skin away and causing more harm than good on a physical level, this is just a drag that seems to stretch out for far longer than anticipated. The moment becomes all too real and you’re very much alive and living in it. Still, it can only drag on for so long, regardless of how long it might seem like it will drag for. An eternity is a really long time, but this is no eternity. It just might feel as such; at least, for a little while anyway. Eventually time might start losing all meaning as you sit there and stare off into the void of numbers and words that mean less and less the more you look at them.

Once they did have meaning, but they eventually unfurled and revealed themselves as being devoid of such things. Utterly meaningless and utterly absurd.

All there is left to do is stare and wait and hope, but of course hoping isn’t getting much done so instead the day drags on and you’re left there sitting and waiting to get out of it all so that you can get back to doing the things you need to do and get back to enjoying your day and taking it easy, but there is no easy to take as there is too much happening at all times. Or is there?

There is always a lot so you pull things out of what is floating around you and you work on those, but those are happening now and you’re still required to keep your attention firmly on what is in front of you as even though working on stuff helps, it doesn’t make the time go by any faster and that’s what you’d rather have happen. You want to be productive as it keeps your mind healthy and operational, but instead you’d much rather just stare off into space as that seems like something more productive. It feels as though it’s a more conducive use of your time. Perhaps it’s been a little too long spent dragging the knuckles and not enouh time trying to figure things out that would help get through the tedium of trying to get to the end of something that stretches far beyond that which you’ve experienced in the past. One of those days as they say.

Maybe it really isn’t one of those days. Maybe it’s just one of those things instead. Sometimes you have to live an eternity to appreciate the time you have, but this is of course an impractical use of anyone’s time. At least, that is what you tell yourself. Still, you can’t get away from it for some reason. You’re not drawn into what it is that you’re doing. Images are all indistinct after a while and they too lose their meaning. You just want to get to the end of the day, but there’s only waiting.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:52:04

On lunch break so I decided to write.

Another fiction based on reality.

Kind of okay.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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